Old Hickory 4 lyfe

Ballin' wit da 7th prez of ur USA y'all!

Off to Raleigh!

Word is the Trampled show will be a ghost town all its own...we shall see!

Let me know if you want a souvenir.

A breeze is no match for incandescent gas

Cloudless skies prevail as the sun beats down on the East Coast. I've just semi-blinded myself by mixing onion cutting with eyedrop use, so it's best I play outdoors for now. Last day off with the gang, then it's literally days at the beach.

The folks back home'll never know though 'cause I'm using baby-grade suntan lotion on my delicate skin. My delicate, pasty, shiny skin.

May as well be a new age vampire.

Also, very difficult to run comfortably in this type of weather. Boo.

Chapter Three

IN WHICH...details emerge regarding the plurality of the word 'crocus'...we learn the power of white noise vs. the vocal chords of infants..."reduced" equates to "appropriate"...Contra proves no match for the Konami Code...Matchbox cars are parked in every imaginable fashion...Bob Seger remains relevant.

Today I Learned...

Garth Brooks is the tool that tools dream of being. He's the tool you use to open the tool chest. He is the master tool.

Settling In

Same as before, I'm picked up at the gate and within minutes I've forgotten my day spent within foreign buildings and flying metal tubes.

All of a sudden it's just another Friday night hanging out with my brother.


I'll see you cats later.

How Sweetin It Is

Entertaining or not, I am not paying $26 for this.

The Big Black Button

Simple. Effective. BIG. Not practical enough,  however, to incorporate into the average household john.

We need a revolution.

Afternoons with Strangers

A few thoughts:

There are tons of golf cart transports gliding between pedestrians back and forth, to and fro. They have that odd motion only electrically-operated vehicles seem to possess, making them appear harmless. As time drags on I am increasingly tempted to dive in front of one just to experience the soft impact.

Unless they're preparing for a swim meet or suffer from severe patchiness, men should never shave their chest hair. It doesn't matter where you come from or where you're going; just knock it off.

Dollar Stores in airports = gold mine. Never seen one, though. Who wants to partner with me on my new business, the 'Never-Not-A-Dollar' airport express store? We could be the Bill Gates' of (non-software) crap!

Only alert me when the Threat Level is not orange. You're wasting precious 'throat slit' shouting time (see below).

Need to know bases

There's a plethora of books on the Taliban available but you'll be hard pressed to find a copy of "Unsweetined: The Jodie Sweetin Memoirs" anywhere in Minneapolis International.

...and in other news, I've just heard the words "throat slit" shouted over three times in the last minute. Thank you, airport network news.

Whatdoyoudowhenyourflightiscanceled(earl-iinthemornin')

You ask kiosk workers to take your photo THAT IS WHAT YOU DO

Canada Dry

So I've decided to spend some quality time with the folks waiting for their flight to Calgary.
Everybody sure likes keeping to themselves.

My memories of Canada are sparse and not particularly wonderful. The majority of my exposure was on their side of Niagara during a road trip years ago...the area was as tourist-trappy as you can get with neon signs hovering every which way with novelty shops galore (not unlike this place). Add to that the entire city seemed last updated thirty years prior and you you can imagine the wonderland it appeared to be.
Those falls are something, though. All perpetually flowing.

I think the guy next to me has Restless Leg Syndrome. Do they have medication for that?

Excellent Adventure quickly turns Bogus Journey

Just informed via soulless recording that my flight out of mpls has been canceled. My new flight departs three hours later.

Time for Fun In The Airport!

Nobody's named Fern these days.

Finally the weather has agreed to let me run...it's been three days since my last go and I was antsy.

I did six around the neighborhood and encountered this unfinished sidewalk art. It's the second impressive work I've seen from this particular house. I'll update if it's completed by tomorrow's run.

That is, if the weather allows.

I love.

Walking on those rubber mats after lacing your ice skates.

I am the excite

Plans. Plans! Miraculously I have the day before my trip off, which I hope allows for organizing everything necessary during my travels. Flight reading is TBD, though I'm rather amped on one prospect. Let me expand:

I make known to friends that I am no fast reader. Casual may most accurately describe my style, if you can attribute 'style' to the haphazard effort I bring to All Things Written; I honestly struggle making it through 'how-to' pages online (thus you might well appreciate my success in delivering this weblog to you at all).
So when I do put forth the effort to read something you can bet it's entertaining (though curiously almost always non-fiction). As much as I want to share the title of my latest text-based endeavor, I'll keep it under wraps until (if?) it is in my sad little hands.

I will say though once, in high school, I borrowed "Growing Up Brady" from the local library and plowed through that sucker like a tyke with Lik-M-Aid (receiving a similar amount of nourishment).

Here's hoping the local Half Price Books has a copy.

Solely a test.

I'm headed to North Carolina in four days, a bit of a spur of the moment thing. The plan is to blog yet again...I now have easier means to post, but lack a physical keyboard. We'll see how smoothly that goes for all involved.

Italics!