• There was a blurb in the Express today (Ask Tom, I think) about Bar Pilar upgrading their menu and getting rid of the tater tots.  I have to say, I heartily approve.  Their menu is pretty darn boring compared to comparable neighborhood eateries like Tonic or even Wonderland.  And let's face it: tater tots have jumped the shark.
• Music acts in metro stations?  Oh, that's a superb idea.  Because metro stations are known for their great acoustics, and metro riders are known for their love of street performers.  I can't wait for the chaos that ensues after five minutes of listening to that bucket drummer guy dropping go-go beats in the Metrocenter station.   While we're add it, can we add muzak to the trains?
• To the person who broke into my car last night: I hope you had fun rooting through my stuff and finding nothing to steal.  Here's a hint - people who drive Wranglers don't leaving anything in their car worth stealing.  Even in their glove boxes.  And the pennies you stole from my cupholder?  They had all been up my ass.  That's right, they were ass pennies.  You have my ass pennies.¹
• On 13th St. there's a rather nice home with a Marie Johns sign in the yard.  I'm presuming this is, in fact, Marie Johns' home, as I've seen no one else with one of her signs in their yard.  Btdubs, Verizon is evil, so as a former Verizon executive I believe she may be a mignon of Satan. 
• Cat Power was great last night.  So say nay now, naysayers.

1 "I've been sticking $30 in pennies up my ass for the past 11 years! That's 3,000 pennies a day; 21,000 pennies a week; 1,092,000 pennies a year! To date that's 12,012,000 pennies, 8 times the population of Nebraska. Those pennies were in my ass! You think you're better than me? Oh, you're not better than me. You handle my ass pennies everyday. You pick up my ass pennies for good luck. You throw my ass pennies in fountains and make wishes on them. You give my ass pennies to your little daughter to buy gumballs with. " - UCB