I had the chance to catch my son and The NC State Marching Band on Saturday. I took in a football game as well.
Here is a time-lapse video of the band passing through the stadium. The band is well over 300 members, so it usually takes two minutes or more for the whole group to pass one point. Read the rest of this entry »
Sometimes I use my phone to talk to other people. More often, I use it to take pictures of things I think I might write about.
Today, I invite you to stroll through my Exhibition Of Pictures I Didn’t Manage To Complete A Post On. The cool kids call it EOPIDMTCAPO. If you don’t feel up to a stroll, please feel free to just use your eyes.
Contact Your Physician…
This is a bagel wrapped hot dog. It was sitting under a heat lamp and seemed very happy about being there.
I think I could have written about this hot dog. The problem I ran into was that I had too many jokes. They were interfering with the meat of the post. I’m not above cheap jokes, but I won’t have then interfere with the thrust of my writing.
The Jolie took a little rest after her Key West trip. Soon, she grew restless and wanted to get on the road. She asked me if she could go out west again, since she loved Key West so much. I didn’t have the endurance to get into a geography discussion with her, so I just sent her to California to visit Linlah.
Linlah, unlike me, has infinite endurance, or at least enough to get the photos of The Jolie’s adventures and allow her to dictate her thoughts to her.
After being cooped up in that “if it fits it ships” box for a week all I could think of was I gotta find something to climb. Lucky for me Linlah lives near a park that afforded some great climbing opportunities.
2011 was The Jolie’s first full year of travel. Wow, has she ever traveled. She’s been to the Arctic, she’s been to the Caribbean, and a bunch of places in between. Let’s review, shall we?
The Jolie ended 2010 and started 2011 in my home state of Maryland. She was in Baltimore as a guest of Wendi, whose food blog, Bon Appetit Hon, is a regular stop of mine.
Anyone who hosts The Jolie is a risk taker, Wendi proved she was no exception to the rule. Bringing The Jolie to work is always risky. She played Godzilla with a building model.
The Jolie tried to escape from Wendi by hiding in a beer stein.
The Jolie has become very popular. This may be due to the fact that so few people have actually met her. Bit by bit she is making her way around the continent and the world, and showing people that her Mona Lisa smile hides a troublesome personality.
Sara has been one of the many people patiently waiting for a visit from the blessed one and finally, she got what she wished for. Once again, people should be careful about that wishing thing.
“Ding dong” “Who’s there?” The Jolie has arrived to Detroit on a beautiful fall day!
The Jolie headed to Louisville from Chicago and ended up at Brooke’s house. Brooke writes (and photographs) a great site called Shutterboo which you should make a point to visit. The Jolie, in her own inconsiderate way, showed up while Brooke was in a particularly busy time at work. Because she lives off of other people, she doesn’t concern herself with what she mockingly calls “busy times” with those sort of dismissive finger quotation marks in the air. Brooke still showed our friend a great time…
After seeing many of The Jolie’s travels across the country, I had to host her in my hometown of Louisville. I had great plans for us. They involved skipping through downtown, playing the ponies and a bucket of original recipe. Sadly, none of those things happened. I believe The Jolie holds that against me. But we started out right. Being it was the weekend and football season is in full swing, we tailgated.
The Jolie left Hoboken and headed west to Boise, Idaho where she was the guest of Jean Calomeni. Jean is an artist whose work you’ll find and enjoy at Snoring Dog Studio. You can also see Jean meshing her art and words on her Snoring Dog Studio Blog. Jean pulled some strings and arranged for a very special representative of Idaho to escort The Jolie around and show her the sights.
The Jolie’s Trip to Boise, Idaho July/August 2011
The Jolie flew into Boise in mid July. Well, she didn’t fly in the sense of wings and all that. After all, she’s an Action Figure, not a bird or a plane.
Her first stop was at my favorite coffee shop downtown, The Flying M. (Apparently, M’s can fly.) The Jolie’s tour guide for this visit was none other than Mr. Potato Head, veggie ambassador for the great state of Idaho. During this first brief conversation, Mr. P. outlined the itinerary for The Jolie’s stay.
Mr. P.: “First thing I want to say, Ms. The Jolie, is how thrilled I and the rest of Idahoans are to have you here! I swear, you could have boiled and parsleyed me when I found out you were coming to Idaho.”
The J: “Thank you, Mr. Potato Head. I’ve never been to Idaho. I’ve spent lots of time in other barren, desolate places, though. And, please, call me Jolie.” Read the rest of this entry »
Serious fans of the travels of our favorite action figure, The Jolie, know that she made three stops during her first Canadian tour. They also know that only two were published. The Jolie acted as if the third never happened. She moved on to Las Vegas and the Virgin Islands and pretended like people wouldn’t notice.
Well, people noticed and they spoke up. There were protest marches at Blurt Headquarters. I contacted Dottie Maggie, who hosted The Jolie in Newfoundland and writes the fine blog Trust Me, I’m A Doctor. I told her about the protests. Together, we agreed to release this lost episode in the interest of public safety.
The Jolie On The Rock – The Fun
The Jolie arrived in Newfoundland and wasn’t long in making friends with some of the locals. I think she took pity on Robert, and his nose…she’s a softie deep down inside, and will probably return to Newfoundland to punch me for saying so.
She appreciated the view from my deck, and while not impressed with the snow still kicking around in late March, she liked being able to plan her takeover of downtown from one vantage point.