Well this was really random sight. This entire chain link fence on Georgia Ave. was adorned with dozens of combination locks. Any ideas?
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Group houses come in 3 different categories. There’s the group of bestest friends who’ve moved here from college and assumed they’ll be bestest roommates (OMG! We can have wine and cheese parties and iron together and have Top Chef marathons YAY!) only to have it turn into Catfight 2009 because someone keeps LEAVING THEIR F*$#@#G COFFEE CUPS IN THE DINING ROOM. There’s also the random Craigslist house, where everyone keeps to themselves and has a mutual hatred for the one gaseous housemate that has a blatant disregard for wearing anything besides boxers and hogs the TV with endless hours of Family Guy. Until they all decide to throw a house party in which they are best friends for the night, and back to double checking their bedroom door locks the next. The third type of group house is the one where everyone is actually friends (however randomly they met) and generally enjoy living together under one roof. And if someone forgot leaves their clothes in the dryer for a bit too long…it’s ok, man, just get ‘em out when you can and we’ll go for pizza.
Thankfully my group house experiences have fallen into the last category. But I know people who consider group housing just another version of frat house living, sans the Delta Chi chants. Maybe I’ve just been blessed to have good experiences…except my old roommate while living in Germany – Helga (actually Sasha, but she looked so hefty-operatic it was my code name for her while bitching about her over the phone). Helga the Horrible who considered the apartment her own private nudist colony, screamed at me auf Deutsch for changing the channel away from Celebrity Big Brother, and who played into every typical German stereotype right down to blasting David Hasselhoff in the shower (resulting in me unwillingly memorizing two of his albums) while getting every single lyric wrong with her glass-breaking singing. Helga, and subsequently Baywatch, still makes me shudder to this day.
What are your best/worst group living experiences? At what age are you too old to live in a group housing environment? What is the best male/female ratio for a group home? And most importantly are there any closeted David Hasselhoff fans out there?
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I’ve heard lots of different opinions on the many banners around town. We’ve spoken about this before but I think it’s time to have an official vote. I was able to take pictures of the banners in Petworth (above), Mt. Pleasant, Columbia Heights, Anacostia, H Street, NE, Bloomingdale and Truxton Circle. (I’m sure I left some out but I passed these on my walks).
After the jump, take a look at the other banners. (more…)
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I come from a long line of neat freaks. I, on the other hand, am only a moderately clean freak. Sadly, I can think of little less pleasant to do on a beautiful weekend than clean my house. I’d say this sink wasn’t cleaned for about three years. So I was lucky enough to enjoy the services of one of my advertisers, Upper Crust Maids.
So mom, you can sleep tight tonight. The house is clean. And I ate a good dinner…
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A reader found this insane request from craigslist:
“Unwanted Ammo or bullets – $1 (dcmetro)
I’ll buy your unwanted or un-needed ammo or bullets or guns. Just email. private owner.”
The reader notes:
“if it said West Virginia I’d understand, but it’s IN DC!”
Yikes.
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I noticed this small garbage can on 13th Street. And then I was remembering a buddy of mine that lives on H Street, NE also has these small cans but they get picked up twice a week. I have a garbage can much bigger than this but it only gets picked up once a week. Which would you rather have a bigger can that gets picked up once a week or a smaller one that gets picked up twice a week? I’m seriously curious.
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I don’t know if it was the way the rain glistened off the stones but this walkway had me mesmerized.
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A reader sends in a photo of what could be the most impressive parallel parking ever witnessed and documented in PoPville.
The reader writes:
“I watched at least 6 cars try and fail to parallel park here (yes, looking out the window when I should be working.) Finally, possibly the most masterful parking accomplishment of all time. “
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This is from the bulletin board outside Columbia Heights Coffee on 11th Street. I like the fact that Kim is not limiting herself to only one service. I’m serious. So if anyone needs these services I hope you’ll hook her up.
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Wow. I was walking by 21st and M around 1pm on Saturday when I saw the biggest line I’ve ever seen in DC (except for the inauguration of course). For a moment I wondered if I had died and gone to heaven. It turned out it was auditions for America’s Next Top Model reality show. My unscientific count put the numbers into the thousands. The line stretched double all the way around the block.
These folks were waiting since 8:45 am and still had a long ways to go.
I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for all these folks. There was quite a buzz of optimism and I can only imagine perhaps a handful were picked.
Some more photos after the jump. (more…)