Mostly Semantics

*clears throat*

(verse 1)
New Harris Teeter in Adams Morgan
I fucking can’t believe how sweet you are
I’ll never step through Giant’s door again
For Harris Teeter makes Giant it’s whoo-er (whore.)
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So since the most common complaint I hear about this blog is “jeeeeez, mbg, you just, you post so frequently, and they’re such short posts - could you just wait awhile longer and roll everything you want to say into a really thick post so we can really sink our teeth in, as it were?” I have been going to shows for the last couple of weeks and thinking about things to say but not writing the things. Not until tonight, anyway. (more…)

Concert review time: lame edition! So last night we (Meat, Tweaks, BFlux… a bunch of other people) went to see Presidents of the United States of America. For this privilege we laid out $20. Each. Was it worth it? In a word, no. (more…)

I think it’s possible I go to concerts for all the wrong reasons. Primarily, to girl-watch and to have something to blog about. ONTO THE REVIEW! (more…)

It’s a blustery wintry nightmare outdoors in DC right now, and it affords me the opportunity to delight you all with further TALES OF THE METROBUS! The stats don’t lie people - you love transit-blogging. Probably because you’re largely Rusty’s readers.

So obviously (more…)