To conduct an investigative study into the effects of activated charcoal/ion exchange resin filters on very cheap vodka. Unaffiliated research groups have reported positive results, but the scientific method demands independent verification -- we don't want another cold fusion on our hands, people.

Study Date: Friday evening.
Compensation: Primarily headache-based.

okay, i'm admittedly in a pretty bad mood today (at work at 8am, working nonstop all day including a lot of physical labor which my delicate lithe body cannot handle; the only bright spot so far was meeting tommy at galileo's again for another awesome grill sandwich) but i just have to bitch about a very petty and minor subject of annoyance. and that would be certain comments on DCist.

i love most of the comment threads on DCist; they're incredibly helpful and can draw on enormous collections of resources and thoughts. they're great. you can find out recommendations for cafes, record stores, concerts, etc. i like it because i don't think we try to pretend like we know everything about the city, and commentors can fill in gaps in what we say with their great insight and wisdom about specific areas.

that said, we get some TOTAL PIG FARKER people leaving nasty comments all over the site. they are like our total unwanted self-appointed-yet-unwanted-ombudsman-holier-than-thou commentors who leave at least three or four negative comments a week that don't even pretend to offer up constructive criticism; they just try to be the most pointedly clever and acerbic comments of the day (that are very rarely clever or funny or relevant). i don't know if they get off by feeling that they're really better than DCist or cooler than it or what, but the hell? yes, we get 7-8,000 readers a day, and we're putting ourselves out there, so this is bound to happen. i accept that. but if you hate the site, then DON'T FRIGGIN READ IT! or, if you really think you have ideas to help us be a better blog, then, you know, state them in a way that will actually help us and not make me want to cut off your tiny balls and shove them in your eardrums!

anyway, i realize the pointlessness of my venting, but i'm still going to bitch vociferously. because that is what i do. and i am SO buying like six bottles of wine on the way home tonight. i obviously could use some alcohol.