peeps. photography.

March 5, 2010

This ain’t no Washington Post peeps diorama, but peeptastic nonetheless.

National Geographic peeps contest!

The Nation is now recruiting participants:

KMM: “this would be fun to do!!!!!!”

The Twin: “i’d like to eat them too. maybe we can incorporate their new choco covered kind and take them to the MoMa as they are the essence of modernity.”


midweek. moodswing.

March 2, 2010

Is everyone having one of those weeks? If so, hop on the bandwagon. What’s with today, today?

Some things to lighten your mood..

The twin’s stuffed animals from China:

Texts from last night:

(501): I changed the name of my iPod to ‘The Titanic’ so when I plug it in it says ‘The Titanic is syncing.’

(215): is it bad that i have made the decision to never travel to vienna simply b/c of that transvestite that won the bachelor?

[More] Bachelor commentary:

“he’s going to pick the horse’s ass named after sausage instead of this adorable little doll?”

Just announced: CHOCOLATE COVERED PEEPS!

Seriously!

And if that’s not enough, three words:

Giant. Inflatable. Beavers.

Happy hump day, ya’ll.


practicing. p rey-garism.

February 9, 2010

So, anyone watching the new season of 24? If you have, you might have noticed an interesting storyline involving yours truly. No, I’m not moonlighting as a CTU agent in the Empire State. However, I did manage to get written into the storyline.

Let’s begin here:


Dana Walsh, CTU. Beginning with the obvious. But not only is her name Dana, she’s also a Senior Analyst at CTU. Sound familiar? Hey, me too!

We’re just getting started.

Wait a minute, Dana’s name is actually Jenny? Okay, we get it.. we look alike. TWINS!

Uh oh, this guy seems to have as much trouble telling Dana and Jenny apart as our mom does! Maybe it’s hereditary? No you say, it’s this dude having the name amnesia and not The Twins. Oh wait, did we mention that THIS GUY’S NAME IS KEVIN?!

Let’s recap:

So there’s this Senior Analyst named Dana, who also goes by Jenny, and she is harassed by a dude named Kevin. Yup, this sounds like my life story with a little government ineptitude.

Throw a little Sark in there, and you’ve got the best season of 24 EVER!

I should sue Fox for life infringement.


family. flambe.

December 1, 2009

Never a dull moment in Harrisonburg! Oh wait, are we talking about the Turkey Capital? The same place where Walmartin’ is a verb? So something indeed very exciting and slightly panicking happened while at home in the ‘burg for the Thanksgiving holidays. Contrary to popular belief, I was not cooking.

Turns out we had a suspected gas leak, so mother dearest called 911, and asked the operator specifically to NOT send trucks. So obviously she sent 4.

As they came blaring up our dead-end street, The Twin and I ran for cover, due to sheer mortification. The troops came in FULL gear (hats, oxygen tanks, masks, etc.) and rather disappointingly did not resemble anything that I had learned about firemen from the internets.

After it seemed improbable that the house was going to spontaneously combust from a gas leak, I took the opportunity to inquire if the firemen had slid down the pole for us. (No).

The house was eventually cleared by the firemen and gas guy. We are saved!!


vegas. virgins.

October 12, 2009

VEGASSSSSS. Ignoring the fact that there has already been another trip taken and in queue for the blog report, we will get on with the Vegas weekend recap. As you can already tell, it was a huge success — a $13 cashout at the airport slots (off of a $5 investment). I came, I saw, I conquered.

So this summer has been packed with weddings and wedding related events, but this one was more difficult to swing in the workplace. A bachelorette? Hmm. A bachelorette in Vegas? Yup, my coworkers must think I’m a ginormous hooker.

Things learnt while on our inaugural trip to Vegas:
– throwing [new] underwear all over the bachelorette’s bed is a normal activity
– you can visit any major landmark, regardless which country it actually resides in. Don’t consider this an appropriate substitute for the real thing.
– we have a very classy broad entering the Prey family..
– the Bellagio brunch with all you can drink champagne is quite possibly the greatest activity (and bargain at $29) in the world
Keno is the new blackjack
– Wet Republic (the VIP pool) is like being on MTV
– I might have been the only person in the world to bring an issue of Business Week to said pool
– Stacey is the queen of getting us invited into expensive cabanas
– bring your walking shoes.. The Strip goes on for milessss.
– one can’t be afraid of seeing boobs and equally offensive imagery, as inappropriate fliers completely litter the streets
– Grey Goose comes in gallon-sized bottles
– I really don’t own any Vegas appropriate [ie slutty] clothes
– chicks can get in anywhere they want in town
– it’s totally appropriate to take a stretch Hummer to get around town
– not at all a shocker: Pete Rose in Vegas
– Six Sigma training is brutal on its own. Six Sigma training the day after Vegas is suicidal.

what cab?

what cab?

Til the next wedding event..


twin. terrors.

June 19, 2009

The Twins go to DC! Well, technically little J already lives there. The real reason for the trip was to try on bridesmaid dresses for the upcoming nuptials of Big Brother. Turns out, a bridal store like David’s Bridal was everything I dreamt it to be and more:

Average bridal customer

Average bridal customer

The worst part? We had to register our information since the bride didn’t have an account (got her dress elsewhere). Which means we inevitably are on 39473865 wedding mailing lists now, great! But on the bright side, the dresses were cute (& inexpensive), the wedding will be in Puerto Rico, and The Twin bought me a burrito afterward.

After the suburban scare known as Springfield, VA.. we headed off to Georgetown, where I was able to acquire my much-lusted after whale hat from Vineyard Vines!

For professional preps only

For professional preps only

First seen at the Head of the Charles last year, I had been on a mission to get one of my own. The VV store in Copley was giving them away to children last November (I was too mortified to ask for one), but finally I was able to procure one in Georgetown!

Afterwards, we headed back to The Twin’s abode in Columbia Heights, where there were presents for yours truly waiting:

Yes, that’s a WALL-E toothbrush, al paca figurine from Peru, and CHOCOLATE COVERED BACON!!

Next day: Nat’s game. Sorry to say to my beloved Bravos, Nationals Field is pretty much the nicest ballpark I’ve been to (although have not made it to the new Yankee Stadium). Even the recycling containers were awesome.

The Twin demonstrates how to recycle at Nats Field

The Twin demonstrates how to recycle at Nat's Field

The best part? The Presidents race, of course. Like sausages except our fearless leaders and not in Milwaukee.

Abe takes a huge lead

Abe takes a huge lead

But then stops to tear up a Mets sign

But then stops to tear up a Mets sign

George, Tommy J and Teddy all take advantage

George, Tommy J and Teddy all take advantage

But Abe doesnt seem to care

But Abe doesn't seem to care

After the game, the Presidents were out and about in the stadium. I got to say hello to GW.

George really liked my new Dooney

George really liked my new Dooney

And of course, the best president of them all..

Tommy J!

Tommy J!

And this is totally unrelated, but I really like this shirt:

Prey Twin weekend = success.


marathon. monday.

April 23, 2009

How to race a crit. Or, not.

it’s always better breaking at inappropriate times so that the rest of the field considers you slightly insane.” -A-dub

This weekend was a double dose of everything — double the races (cycling and running), double the P rey’s (D ana and J enny). Yes, The Twin was in Boston for the marathon to cheer on CB.

First things first: The marathon expo. Like a kid in a candy shop, it was complete sensory overload. The initial stop was at Nike, of course.

Yes, the LunaRacer are the same shoes that yours truly wore in the NYC Half Marathon last summer. They are light as a feather and look like a spaceship. Kara Goucher wore them in the NYC Marathon in the fall too. Oh, and she’s a 10K runner turned successful marathoner.. should I be taking the hint too?

Adidas = official apparel sponsor = 21 years of marathon jackets on display. Another shot. Pretty impressive.

Marathon Monday: We're ready.

After dropping CB off at the shuttle buses at an ungodly hour Monday morning, The Twin and I went back to bed. After our early morning nap, we took our breakfast provisions to Heartbreak Hill and proceeded to wait for the elites and CB to come tearing down the course.

First came the women:

Kara’s race strategy? “Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait SPRINT!” Apparently the race pace was a little slow (if you can call a sub 6-min marathon pace slow), and Kara took third. Not bad considering it’s her 2nd marathon ever. Ryan Hall took 3rd for the elite men. Go America.

And Chris destroyed the elusive 3-hour milestone by more than 5 min. It should be noted that Chris’ marathon success can only be attributed to the forced watching of The Ewok Adventure the night before (i.e. Prey Twin favorite movie of all time).

YUB YUB

YUB YUB

We didn’t have time to watch the highly anticipated sequel, The Battle for Endor, but we’re sure that it’s being cued up on Chris’ Netflix as we speak.

My cycling race plan for this weekend? “Maybe we can have a makeup marathon party before the MIT crit and then throw drunken attacks that weave and go slowly and fade rapidly.” Yes, I think we have a winner.

Now, wrapping up life as a graduate student and trying to figure out what to do with my future. I am open to your suggestions..