hiatus schmiatus

I am seriously the biggest e-dork I know. I can't not blog. Like, I just can't. It's sick. But awesomely so because, my-oh-my, do I have a special treat for you! I'll be damned if I didn't conduct some crack Shambles P.I. work on the Hill yesterday!

There I was, just sleeping doing my job, playing BrickBreaker being a diligent reporter at a House hearing, when I looked up from my game notes and saw it -- the car accident of lady blazers.

Holy sh*t!

Dayyyyyyyyyyyyum! That sh*t is tragic. Yet, yet...I can't look away! It's kind of mesmerizing in its own freakish manner (um, kind of like this blog, no?). As I stared at this apparent aberration, I began to feel a little dizzy. I mean, I didn't know what to look at! I could look at the scribbles on the right shoulder. Or I could stare at the, uh, the skyline? Is that a skyline emerging from the olive green and black checkerboard pattern above her right ass cheek?! But zoinks! I can't forget about the other side of the jacket! Those pink and black diamonds are just...just...phenomenal! And what's that?! That sleeve! Is that a target? Like, is that an invitation of sorts???

Oh man...sensory overload!

It's simply horrifying! Or...or is it?

The more I think about it, the less I'm horrified by it and the more, dare I say, intrigued I am. I'm not sure when the switch from strong disgust to mild admiration occurred, but it definitely took a few moments. Here, let's test my theory. Let's see if I, myself, am simply just bat-sh*t crazy or if I'm onto something here. We'll let the memory of this garment marinate in our minds for a few moments and then we'll look again. Don't worry, I'll wait.

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.....So how about that Facebook? I finally joined (during my, um, one-day hiatus) and I'm so confused by it. It's hard being functionally retarded sometimes...

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.....Yeah, I'm also thinking about launching a second blog -- a blog geared specifically toward personal style/street fashion, to be exact. I know, as if I needed to lose more sleep...

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.....Oh right! Sorry, back to the blazer at hand. Here, take a second look and see what you think now:

Blazer, blazer, blazer, can't you see? Sometimes your patterns just hypnotize me.

It's...it's strangely...still ugly satisfying, right? I mean, at least it's interesting, especially in comparison to, you know, the usual Capitol Hill fare. In fact, the more I look at it and think about its retro Saved by the Bell-esque qualities, the more I begin to think that I might actually be into it -- or at least the idea of it.

See, as objectively gnarly as that blazer is, it takes serious guts to attempt to wear something like that. And I, the girl who according to her coworkers was "dressed like Luke Skywalker"* the other day, have to respect this woman for at least trying (as well as entertaining me throughout an otherwise very dull Congressional hearing).

So, to the woman in the very, very, very, VERY jazzy blazer, this Shambles P.I. applauds you. Bravo to the max!

*Which, of course, I took as a compliment, especially since they were, um, right...