Oh, come now, neighbors! We must take heart! Washington, DC and its surroundings is still a wonderful place to be these days. Just look at what we’ve accomplished lately:
Fugazi still hooks us up with a free show every year.
Since we now get an enormous dose of chlorine with our drinking water these days, we’ve seen nary a case of cryptosporidiosis in years.
And of course, we’re all eagerly awaiting the Second Coming of Cool “Disco” Dan.
Our Fair City may be dirty, deteriorating, incompetent, corrupt, crawling with murderers and psychos, overcrowded, and choked with ignorant fools who insist on standing on the left hand side of our Metro escalators, but dammit it’s our city, the Ritalin-free cerebrum of the schoolyard bully that is America. Sure, we’ve got our problems with planes falling out of the sky and snipers and biological warfare, but we should count our blessings every day that we do not wake up to find ourselves someplace safe, efficient, and uninteresting.
The TRAFFIC. Good God. Oh, the traffic is astounding. I stay in my corner of Maryland for the most part, and the one time I forayed south of DC it took me an hour and a half to move less than a mile, due to an accident on the Wilson bridge. The one time we ventured to the DC Lunch Bunch, we were stuck in traffic trying to get into the city - well, only to GreenBelt Metro station - and then it took us forever to get out of the area, too.
The traffic wouldn’t bother me so much if a) the congestion made sense and b) the guy in front of me wasn’t such an idiot.
I used to live in Greenbelt, and every morning I’d drive on 495 to Bethesda. Without fail, there would always be deadlock between the I-95 N exit and Georgia Ave. Traffic would lighten almost the instant you drove past Georgia Ave. WTF was going on?? At that time there was no construction, either.
And I always seemed to be stuck behind the guy who would leave a huge space between him and the car in front of him. Now, it’s my understanding that this is actually a good practice to employ during heavy traffic, because this way you don’t slow down so much when the car in front hits the brakes. But not during rush hour on the Beltway! Invariably, the cars in the flanking lanes would move into the lane ahead of him. This may not have delayed me by that much, but it sure pissed me off.
Heh, but now I live 4.5 miles from my office and don’t use the Beltway. I’ve made it to work in less than 10 minutes before.
Regrettably, an uplifting homage to Our Fair City which I created was devoured by the greedy rodents last night. It mentioned the fact that we’ve fixed our parking meters and found Chandra’s rotting corpse, and don’t have many cases of Cryptosporidiosis these days. But the most important thing was this:
Um… Sofa? It’s right up there. Posted at 10:36. Complete with the exterminated snakeheads and the Ritalin-free cerebrum of the schoolyard bully of the world.
Geez-where did you get my picture???
Actually, that’s the way that I feel after house hunting in lovely downtown Arlington. I was wondering why there were no townhouses for sale near me until I made a slight readjustment to my settings and Voila!-a perfect place for the low low price of only 899,900:(