H/T to Justin for the video. Wow.
Tonight, I took a brief break from studying to make a trip to the local 7/11 on Huntington Avenue. As regular followers of this blog (at least since 2007) will recall, I have a love/hate relationship with 7/11.
Let’s just say that I didn’t feel all too safe walking to the 7/11 near Braddock Road metro in the middle of night to get beer. Then again, it’s not as if I was entertaining. My old digs on Buchanan hardly could host one additional person to watch television, much less have a dinner party. Things have changed, I know have a lot more space in my place with room mate/sister Betsy.
Some things don’t change, and there’s a 7/11 within walking distance. To clarify, I love 7/11, and I hate some aspects of shopping there, namely my fellow customers. I’ve seen some depressing folks walk through those magical never-locked doors. I get why they call it 7/11, as those used to be the hours they were open, but I don’t ever think I’ve seen one that’s closed for the night.
Anyways, I digress. But, to my amazement, I spent $39 today at my local 7/11. How did I achieve this feat, you ask? They had a copy of one of the digitally remastered Beatles CDs that Best Buy didn’t have. I know! How strange, but I love Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, and it would be a great study aid distraction for tomorrow. I also replenished my White Castle strategic reserve, which was costly, but worth it.
Walking back, smelling the scant, stale scent of urine in the air, I thought about how I can pretty much draw you a map of nearly every 7/11 between Alexandria and Ballston, much like Al Franken can draw a map of the continental United States. I know each of their slurpee flavors, and which ones tend to make the best hot food. Anyone who’s ever experienced the disappointment of biting into a cold taquito knows what I mean.
I am sure some rich baron owns a couple of these 7/11 franchises, though I can’t be sure. The owner’s name is usually on the outside, and I thought I’d notice if the same name kept popping up. In my mental google map of 7/11s, I know which ones to avoid, and which ones I enjoy patronizing, depending on what I need — be it beer, food, or other supplies. And, in this relatively free market economy, I sleep soundly at night with the hope that my lack of business at some locations will prompt them to offer better products (i.e. thoroughly cooked food) — or for them to just focus on their comparative advantages over other 7/11s.
Well, back to studying. I took an hour and a half away to play 9 holes at Greendale Golf course, and it’s been my worst performance this year. Studying’s been good though. If you’re in D.C., we’ll be celebrating my LSAT completion Saturday night. Drop me a line.
H/T to Tommy Downs for the link
The Children’s Secretary set out £400million plans to put 20,000 problem families under 24-hour CCTV super-vision in their own homes.
They will be monitored to ensure that children attend school, go to bed on time and eat proper meals.
Private security guards will also be sent round to carry out home checks, while parents will be given help to combat drug and alcohol addiction.
Around 2,000 families have gone through these Family Intervention Projects so far.
“You’re not a moron. You’re only a case of arrested development.”
–The Sun Also Rises | Ernest Hemingway
I was just reading this article from Drudge on Gwyneth Paltrow. I’ve always found her of the attractive sort, at least physically, but she seems like a nutcase aspiring to be Brett in The Sun Also Rises.
Coincidentally, I like Coldplay very much, and Paltrow is married to their lead singer, Chris Martin. Who, I lost a little respect for after allowing his child to be named “Apple.”
Paltrow described her choice on Oprah, saying:
It sounded so sweet and it conjured such a lovely picture for me – you know, apples are so sweet and they’re wholesome and it’s biblical – and I just thought it sounded so lovely and … clean! And I just thought, “Perfect!”
Reasons from the article that exhibit why Paltrow is weird:
“It is so different from the United States. It seemed to have a history, and the buildings are years and years and years old. Here in the United States an old building is about 17 (years old), and over there it’s from 500 B.C., it’s incredible,” she said.
Yeah, Gwen, my house is 90 years old, one of the buildings I work in is 210 years old, nearly as old as our country. Our country has a history, albeit relatively short, you’re an idiot.
The 36-year-old actress, who is married to Coldplay’s Chris Martin, says she talks to her children in Spanish.
“Moses speaks a little bit, but understands everything. Apple speaks a lot,” she says.
These kids are going to be messed up. I 100% guarantee that.
I was very saddened to hear about the death of Billy Mays. I actually bought
The Billy Mays Remix
I just found out that our three local states or governing entities (you’re not a state, DC!) have websites where you can find out where sex offenders live and what their crime(s) were. There are 6 who live near me and all of them are violent. Awesome.
Sorry to ruin your friday.