I thank all of you for your good wishes on my announcement yesterday. As I emailed more than a few of you who left comments, the proper etiquette, however, requires “Best Wishes” to the prospective bride, and “Congratulations” to the guy who just executed an outstanding April Fools Day Prank. I’m Gonna Break Your Heart and I will be together forever, but as the great friends we have been since the day we met but there will be no marriage.
I recently saw some who was the worst kind of cliché – one that is dangerous is both the literal and metaphorical sense. From the elevated perch of my Metrobus window seat, I watched some self-centered millennial asshole driving his BMW with his knees while having two hands on his crackberry. Never have I wanted to throttle someone more than at that moment. For the love of Bacon and all things Holy, put the bloody phone down and drive!
Filed under: How Could I not Know About This, yesterday was the birthday of my severe blog crush, Rachel Maddow. As I have admitted my horrid ability to remember even the most significant of birthdays, that memory omission doesn’t shock me or anyone who’s know me for more than a calendar year. The part that annoys me is that Maddow fans on Twitter determined that they would send enough tweets with the hash tag Maddow to get her on the global front page of trends. Never mind that I barely know enough to write or understand that last sentence, but how did I miss that?
Some Free Advice to Restaurateurs from Someone who Gets Paid to Give It: I know that everyone is telling you that you have be involved in new media and social networking to be successful. While there is some truth there, the bigger issue is that you should resist the urge to fuck with things you don’t understand. If you don’t know the etiquettes and charms and general ways of these tools they can only be more dangerous than productive.
The following is an excerpt from a DC Blogs Round-Up I had put together. It centered around a soon to open restauranteur who threatened a blogger with litigation over a mostly innocuous but critical comment left on her blog. For editorial reasons, it got cut before publishing. I share it with you all here because I still think it entertaining and enlightening.
In a stunning example of “the solution is worse than the problem,” U Street Girl received a complaint from a business owner about a comment left on her blog. The request threatened legal action and caught the attention of more than a few other bloggers.