1. First and foremost, "The Reliable Source" is reporting that the sale of Sign of the Whale has fallen through. The new buyers are dedicating to preserving the M Street bar and keeping its clientele. The clientele that consists of the absolute worst of AU and GW students. Everytime I walk by that place (and Madhatter) on a Friday night, I quietly pray for a fire.
I was really looking forward to drinking in the Irish pub that was supposed to take the Whale's place. It would have been a generic and unauthentic drinking experience, but it would have been an intangibly better experience that what the current batch of 19th and M bars have to offer.
Incidentally, Sign of the Whale is being purchased by the group that owns Rhino Bar. All sorts of mixed feelings there. Rhino can have its moments, but it's hard to take a bar seriously when it supports The Boston Red Sox, the Philadelphia Eagles, two Big Ten rivals (Ohio State and Penn State), and a Big East team (Syracuse). Pick a geographic location and stick with it you wishy-washy bastards.
2. Since I've been living in Washington, there have been some pretty serious concerns regarding the drinking water. I have family around these parts who went as far to perform a mineral analysis of their kids when it turned out they had been drinking elevated levels of lead. Just another part of Washington's "charm."
I think I'm going to be doing a mineral analysis myself after finding out that our drinking water is creating lady parts on male fish.
Caveats galore here. The fish are always exposed to water and don't have very strong immune systems. The pollutants that are doing this to the fish probably aren't giving me a set of ovaries. But, the creation of intersex fish? That's some genuinely creepy stuff. Just the word "intersex" gives me the chills.
3. This has been covered by other blogs (notably Cyber Agatha and Goldenfiddle) already, but allow me to pay my respects to the now defunct Vividblurry. It was the first blog I had ever read and I loved it until its dying breath. If it weren't for Toby, I wouldn't be blogging. So, haters, instead of spewing vinegar towards me in my comments, shoot him an e-mail and let him know that he created an unreadable and humorless monster.