vegetarian baby

This has to be the baby of my dreams. She's a natural vegetarian! When I was a kid, I went with my aunt and mom to some Thanksgiving dinner. Obviously there was a turkey there, and obviously I wanted a piece of it since everyone else was eating one. My mother said something like, "You can't! Or you'll die!" I think that's what she said, or at any rate, that's what it came off as, because I've been violently afraid of all meats to this day. You can be sure that I'll do that to my kids too. Scare them pantless.

anti-comic sans propaganda

Wow. Today I found out that people in the world that have, in fact, dedicated their lives to the eradication of the creepiest font on Microsoft Word, Comic Sans. The font itself is dingy, childish, unprofessional, banal and eerily omnipresent.


The hate-site puts it extremely well:

"Like the tone of a spoken voice, the characteristics of a typeface convey meaning. The design of the typeface is, in itself, its voice. Often this voice speaks louder than the text itself. Thus when designing a "Do Not Enter" sign the use of a heavy-stroked, attention-commanding font such as Impact or Arial Black is appropriate. Typesetting such a message in Comic Sans would be ludicrous. Though this is sort of misuse is frequent, it is unjustified. Clearly, Comic Sans as a voice conveys silliness, childish naivete, irreverence, and is far too casual for such a purpose. It is analogous to showing up for a black tie event in a clown costume."

Take a bow, for the world owes you much.

rush hour on dc streets

I was job hunting today around the streets of Farragut North when I saw none other than



Helen Thomas! I kind of turned around and stared because while I knew exactly who she was, I couldn't remember her name for the love of god. She was trudging over to her car and her chauffer saw me staring so he yelled out, "You wanna say hi?" So I walked over and told her "I LOVE YOU. I love everything you do and I'm an aspiring journalist too." And she held my hand and said, "You can do great things with journalism." She was nice enough to ask where I go to school and it would have all been a perfect Kodak moment if I hadn't spent the next 3 hours trying to remember her name!

mean girls, anyone?

I swear I was at The Diner today and saw a group of girls at a table all wearing pink. And it's Wednesday.