#tbt: Tamagotchis
Growing up, I never had a pet. My sister begged for years to get a puppy, but for one reason or another, it was never really in the cards. Even as an adult, the nature of my work or living space has always prevented me from having the ability to get one. Some day, I aspire to have a dog. Probably as a practice mammal to see if I can handle a kid. But still, a dog. A thick, lazy, practice dog. To some degree, I think this is what the...
If the Playoffs Were Food and Drink
When you’re a kid, the world is a very abstract place. Your family, your school, your town – these things are all tangible and make sense. But names and pictures of faraway places? It’s pretty hard to relate these out of context snapshots to being a part of someone’s everyday life. To that end, I find it interesting at this juncture in life to look at sports franchises not as an overall team attitude or makeup of players, but as...
Washington Bullets
I remember the day when the Bullets became the Wizards. I had been otherwise unaware that a change was coming in the nation’s capital, so when I heard the news, my mind went through a series of questions trying to rationalize it. Was this an expansion team? Are they moving? Does DC have a long and proud history of magicians passing through its borders? The answer to all of these questions was “no”, which, to me, was perplexing. At the...
Breaking Breakdown: A ‘Sun Day’ in Washington
We here at Rookerville are astute observers of the news. But while most periodicals, radio shows, and TV programs focus on the gloom and doom of the national and local headlines, we tend to get more of a kick out of the overlooked oddities found buried several pages deep. Enter our new series, “Breaking Breakdown”, a closer look at the everyday silliness of not-so-breaking news that makes us shake our heads. Today’s article comes to...
16 and Prom Night
The other morning, I was cruising down the freeway when I noticed another car ahead of me driving at non-highway speeds and occasionally swerving in its lane. My first instinct was to assume that someone had been imbibing a little too much alcohol, but it seemed slightly odd for even a dedicated problem-drinker to be joining morning rush hour in such an inebriated state. As I cautiously approached in attempts to put the potential...