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  • Smoke free, DC

    Today, bars, restaurants, and workplaces across DC are at last smoke-free.

    No longer will Garret and Gwen come home with random burns on their skin from drunk girls waving fire around with reckless abandon.

    No longer will carcinogenic secondhand smoke be blown in our faces.

    But most importantly, this is a victory in the battle against unnecessary laundering. No longer will a perfectly clean sweatshirt or pair of jeans have to be washed simply because I spent twenty minutes at a happy hour.

    From the Smokefree DC FAQ:

    What’s wrong with smoking and non-smoking sections? Isn’t that a good way to make everybody happy?
    No. Smoking and non-smoking sections in restaurants are misnomers. Smoke travels; it knows no boundaries. Having smoking and non-smoking sections is like have peeing and non-peeing sections in a swimming pool – it doesn’t work. Like that yellow substance in the water, smoke circulates, and everybody is exposed to it.
    Won’t bars and restaurants lose business if they go smokefree?
    No. Every reliable study of sales tax data shows that in localities that have gone smokefree, business is just as good – if not better – than when smoking was permitted.
  • The President’s Dead

    Probably going to go see Ford lying in state this weekend, if only out of pity. The poor guy was chosen for his bland loyalty and every newscast I’ve seen covering his life has included a shot of him falling down stairs, being impersonated by Chevy Chase, or both. Meanwhile, they practically canonized Reagan this summer. Do you think when Bush dies they’ll replay every line he flubbed?

    Ford’s death reminded me of a great song I’ve been meaning to share. It applies more to the way people remember JFK than Ford, but it’s pretty apolitical.

    Okkervil River – The President’s Dead (mp3)

    Let’s imagine the way, let’s say 30 years in,
    How somebody will say, “What you were doing when…?”
    On a beautiful day, I was waking up and
    I was lying in bed with my girlfriend
    And the eggs on the plate, and the bacon hissin’
    And the coffee was great, there was spring on the wind.

    If you don’t live through a day for the littlest things,
    And the littlest ways made you feel you were blessed
    If you died right then, well you know you’d be missed,
    But there’s no better state to cease to exist.

    More year-end music from Salon

  • Spam Subject Lines in My Inbox

    • impale Westchester
    • Celebrity Baby Naked Ambition
    • He said she won’t even show him her ass.
    • Christmas are coming!

    There are actually a number of tributes to the sentient / poetic nature of these randomized lines, such as the Spam Subject Line Museum.

    Remember when spam actually tried to sell you something, and didn’t focus on just getting through your spam filter?

    Cartoons inspired by spam subjects: Spamusement.

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    (She has a surprise in her pants!)

  • Memories advertising has perverted for me this week

    (in order of outrage)

    1. A Christmas Story – Cingular

    2. “Something to Talk About”, Badly Drawn Boy, from the About a Boy soundtrack – Hummer

    3. The Apollo moon landing – Red Bull

  • Liberate the People’s Republic of Cambridge

    From: Justin

    Justin’s birthday gift to me was better late than never, and actually pretty sweet. He got me two shirts from a company called Brandwashed. The company prints all of its invoices, etc. on looseleaf paper, and sent along about 20 stickers of other shirt designs in a fresh-scented “sanitary napkin” bag. Below are some of the more entertaining t-shirts available. They also have a few other cities available, in case you’re not from metropolitan Boston.

    Justin got me this one:

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    and it also came with this one free:

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    Other fun shirts:

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  • I’ve got a problem with you people!

    “At the Festivus dinner, you gather your family around…and tell them all the ways they disappointed you in the last year”

    My friends and I have been celebrating Festivus for years, first encouraged by Mr. Croft in Idea of Man, and then on our own. We focus primarily on the Airing of Greivances. The contributions have grown a little weak as we spend less and less time annoying each other (it’s particularly sad when the most contact you’ve had someone is reading their away message), but alcohol can usually be counted on to bring out some old pet peeves.

    One of my all-time favorite grievances (against me) was when Chris launched a passionate attack about how I misled elementary school classmates about the name-brand quality of the cereal his mom bought. I don’t remember doing this, but I do remember that she bought Hydrox instead of Oreos, which is one of those substitutions you just can’t make in life. Of course, the Tringale household benefitted from a liberal 3-cookies-each policy, while my parents stuck to an authoritarian limit of two cookies per serving.

    And apparently we’re not alone in celebrating a holiday that originated in a mid-90’s sitcom: Sales of aluminum poles are skyrocketing.

    So whatever your holiday, I hope it’s a good one.  And a merry one, if it’s tomorrow.

    Festivus video below…YouTube makes you do it this way now.  Nice purchase, Google.

  • It’s a Festivus miracle!

  • FIRED

    Cool by association?

    It’s getting to the point where even if I haven’t done anything all that screamingly cool with my life, at least I know people who have. Or know people who know people that have.

    One example is my coworker Jason’s friend, who got fired from a play by Woody Allen (I’m pretty sure he told her she “looked retarded”) and managed to parlay it into what looks to be an entertaining film that features David Cross, Sarah Silverman, Andy Dick, and other comedians.  It also explores the nature of downsizing and the culture of firing in the U.S.

    This is the really cool thing about the age we’re living in. For all its excesses and lame reality TV stars, there are also smart, creative people who turn getting canned into a big success.

    Anyway, check it out: FIRED

  • You’re the person of the year. Now do something with your life.

    I guess no one told at Time filled in their sponsor, Chrysler, who was going to win Person of the Year, because their ad starts with “You might not be the Person of the Year” and then links to a cover story titled: Time’s Person of the Year: You.  Chrysler’s folly aside, Time’s pick was pretty weak.

    I buy a lot of the hype about how the Internet has revolutionized life as we know it and will continue to do so (especially the worlds of politics and traditional media), but I gotta say that Time’s stunt is just that: a trick to sell magazines.  It might be clever if this was the first time they messed with the idea that it normally goes to an individual, but they just gave it to “the American soldier” in 2003.  Even that wasn’t new, seeing as they gave it to “the American fighting man” in 1950.  Plus, they already gave it to the computer in 1982.  I guess that didn’t include people who use computers, and now they’re making up for it?  Oh, and George W. Bush has won it twice, in 1990 with his father and on his own in 2004.  Hat trick, anyone?

    From: Justin
    Anyway, Justin looks at CollegeHumor more than anyone I know, despite being like three years out of college, but he found a good video honoring those Time deemed worthy of its highest honor.

    2006: Year of the Crotch-Shot

  • FOUND [yankee swap]

    so on top of getting hired last night, we also had our company holiday dinner. good times, good food, plenty of wine, and of course, a Yankee swap (also referred to yesterday as a “white elephant sale”, “elf gift exchange”, and “Chinese gift exchange”, in descending order of political correctness). I boldly went for the gift card and was pleased to find $25 to Banana Republic. By the time I realized this would get me one, possibly two pairs of socks, someone had stolen it from me. I turned down a chance to steal the G.W. Bush toilet paper and picked up a book, which turned out to be really cool. I’m pretty sure I had heard of FOUND before, but hadn’t really looked at it.

    Turns out the book is hilarious, and good coffee table / bathroom reading material, which is always great. The first page I opened up to had a list a girl made about a guy that looked like this:

    Pros: Cons:
    a gentleman can be pretty wussy
    likes kids doesn’t want kids

    Anyway, I worry that the book (mine is the sequel) suffers from the PostSecret effect, where a great idea is ruined by its own popularity and its main value, an unfiltered glimpse at raw humanity, is corrupted by a lot of people being aware of it and sending in fake entries. Some of the more recent PostSecret postcards are clearly a. professionally done and b. pandering to what the audience is already looking for. Likewise, today I heard someone actually say that they wrote down crazy stuff on their organization’s stationery and left copies everywhere, hoping someone would find it and send it in. Now that’s inefficient viral marketing.

  • HIRED

    it’s late monday night and I really want to go to bed but just wanted to brag here, among other places, that I’m no longer an intern and I have healthcare once again. more importantly, I’m working at an awesome place doing stuff I really like with people I really like (not that I didn’t like everyone at my last job!).

    bed now, christmas soon

  • Guitar Zero

    From: Brian
    Subject: You cannot make this stuff up
    The Detroit Tigers got worried about the performance of their star reliever Joel Zumaya during the American League Championship Series when he was afflicted with wrist and forearm inflammation, until they learned it did not come from his pitching motion but from playing too many hours of Guitar Hero.
    NYT