In Memoriam

To me, James Brown was a lot like Keith Richards. No matter how much drugs, or drink, or women the guy enjoyed... and he enjoyed tons of it... He would never die, you know? Well, it looks like the fast living life finally caught up with our man. And to honor his memory, I submit to you, the following:



And, of course.... the classic, James Brown Hot Tub.



Oh, and Merry Christmas, too.

Wait... is SNL funny again?

I'm sorry, but Lazy Sunday has nothing on this:

DC in Five Stages

Too good to pass up. This comes from a Mr. Dick Burns who originally posted this as a comment on a DCist thread.

(Yes, I am not above reposting content from other blogs) So, without further delay, I bring you...

The five stages of living in the DC area:

Stage 1: Living downtown is the greatest! It's so wonderful living in such a vibrant, diverse community. I love being able to walk to hipster bars, overpriced tapas restaurants, and leather furniture stores where the cheapest couch costs 6-months rent.

Stage 2: DC is a squalid cesspool, a third-rate wannabe capitol like Dakar or Isengard, full of hipster losers and youth violence gangs of rogue Uruk-hai.

Stage 3: Thank god I live in the suburbs! It's so clean, the schools are great, and I don't have to worry about being raped on the way back from Bed Bath and Beyond or having pennies thrown at my head.

Stage 4: Borf was right! The suburbs are a boring, sprawling wasteland of stripmalls, $tarbucKKK$s, and cookie-cutter McMan$$ion$. I read it in the Cliffs Notes to Foucault's Madness and Civilization. $ma$h the $tate!

Stage 5: Go to Stage 1.