A sassy gay black homeless man offered me some cantaloupe, and I watched a group of slightly-inebriated friends push their friend, clad only in Superman Underoo-briefs and a parking cone with eyeholes cut out over his head, down the sidewalks to 7-11 in a mini-shopping cart whilst waving a giant metal ladle and shouting “FOR ROHAN!” and other LOTR-inspired quips.
“The system isn’t profitable as it is, but for people within the community, profit isn’t important.”
Dwight and CAPS, et al.:
Please put our tax monies toward real causes. Stop imposing taxes that prevent the growth of locally-owned businesses, whether they are part of the arts scene or not. CAPS, please turn your attentions toward the city’s great problem with blight (the REAL reason you were supposed to exist) and leave these goddamn kids with their rock and roll alone.
Oh and Charles, don’t think for a second I’m not talking to you, too.
They are even making a remake of Footloose, so you guys best get on that. Learn from the the ARTS!
Another fine example on how rich fucks want to reap the arts from the artists, but don’t want everything else that goes along with it.
This article is insanely revealing and poignant. Don’t tout the community if you don’t want to back it up, RVA City Council. Cut the shit and give the arts back to the artists.
whoa, they know richmond so0o well yet they’ve only lived here a month!~
How fucking ignorant can you be. Also I’m pretty sure the picture of the girl they show, she probably goes to VCU. And they posted a link to this on the VCU page. Get the fuck out. If you don’t like it here or the people then go somewhere else. I seriously can not stand people like this.
Gay dude and his best straight hippie-wanna be girlfriend with a youtube channel; how fucking original.
Seriously, I hope a bum rapes them 6 times in 10 seconds… idiots.
I’m all for controversy, but not when it doesn’t make any logical sense.
Amen^^. These two need to gtfo.
I love how they’re so quick to call out hipsters with ‘peace sign necklaces’, AND SHE’S FUCKING WEARING ONE.
This makes me so embarrassed to be associated with my class. Thank God I look older than I actually am.
In just one hour, I’ll be headed down to Strange Matter with The Horn to host our first Sampler Release Show. We’ll be giving out free copies of our Vol. 1 compilation sampler of RVA bands, as well as free shirts, CDs, records and more. Plus, there’s no cover, so you can come and go as you please.
This is going to be a great night supporting local music. Come check it out!
Apparently, if you live within the confines of any urban city for longer than 6 months, getting Boba tea is more common than showering. Arguably the successor to the whole kitschy frozen yogurt store craze that’s been sweeping the suddenly health-obsessed nation, Boba tea offers something completely different for the same price as your “must-have” double shot Carmel Macchiato with extra whip/all the foo-foo trimmings. That, and it comes in just about every flavor of smoothie every conceived ever. Rad.
Upon first sip, I instantly shot back to the first time I bought a bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans from my local Blockbuster (RIP) at my Dad’s behest. On the very first try, I got this weird tapioca-reject that was supposed to be buttered popcorn. Hardly Orville Redenbacher quality. Taro is exactly that odd blend of confusion and vanilla-whatever in liquid form. As for Boba, I immediately assumed I was getting melty Milk Duds in the bottom of my drink or something, but instead was met with this jelly-tastic barrage of chewy globular pudding. Again, rad says I, but my American tongue accustomed to chocolate-everything didn’t quite know how to handle this mixture of flavors at first. Hindsight 20/20, it wasn’t all that bad.
Overall, I can see why this thing caught on somewhere, somehow. Granted, I’d hardly go out of my way for one of these. Falling somewhere between a step-up from any McFlurry and a demotion from a typical Tropical Smoothie drink, you kids need to get on this, even if just once.