"Is that another boy stuck on your shoe?"

Yeah, forget Speak: Anniemal, uh, by Annie, is '05's real Lisa Frank binder-stylee deal. And I was all about "Chewing Gum" last summer. And Popjustice has been heralding the full-length; and since we usually agree, like, about 73.44532% of the time, take that as a "yea."

"There are some ba-aaa-aad people on the right..."

Ah, yes: tonight, walking along the curve of Dupont Circle from P Street, this particular tune from Mr. Morrissey (regarding the Iron Lady, but we'll appropriate where we can get it) resonated quite well with the sight of limousines and charter buses snaking along, ferrying the dutiful across the northwestern swath of the city on this fine, frosty night. Couple this with the smelly, spaced-out hippies who couldn't figure their way out of the Metro with their "coffins" this morning, and you have the book-ends of what's wrong with what's going on.

Lame!

Behold the cliched laziness that is Jennifer 8. Lee's travel tips for D.C.: from the gratingly expected ("Prostitutes and crack houses have given way to professional couples, quirky boutiques and ethnic fusion restaurants.") to the head-scratchingly stilted ("Unlike most old American cities, Washington has almost no critical mass of ethnic white immigrants to give it a distinct culinary legacy.").

Hey, and did you know that the 9:30 Club "is the performance space of choice for most headliners that pass through the district, like George Clinton and Chuck Brown"? Not just because it's, like, pretty much the only "space" in town, or anything...

This is a view up Connecticut Avenue from the roof of the Wyoming a few minutes after midnight, Saturday. A few more minutes later, this douchebag from the floor below came up to the roof and complained how we were making noise and causing leaks in his apartment.