In Which There is Much to Exclaim

Heeeeey boyyyyyzzz. I'm also posting over at Matt's blog lately, as he is my summertime employer. It is all photoshoots and lattes and high blood pressure. Come hang out!
Plus! An ill-advised purchase which resulted in an ill-advised termination of previous cellular phone contract! Totally worth it!

iPhone and I had a little photo booth session today while the boss was out of the office. Which is kind of still work, right?

Look at all those nudes in the background getting jealous. No, Nudes. She's mine.

Gratuitous Photos of My Handsome Friends and their Grandmas

Matt and I arrived in New York on Monday for a spot of photo taking. Pinkies up, Everyone! Not realizing that today would be the first and last All-Star Game at Yankee Stadium. So it's not just us. It's every sap this side of the Atlantic.
We spent most of those few days in traffic.
Awesome!

A few images from Meg and Aaron's wedding, since you've waited so patiently. What is this, a photoblog? No. But this is. Oh, snap.
Here is me, taken by SaraJ, who likes to catch me in humbling moments. There were a few where I didn't make hobo eyes at Abe Lincoln, but I included this one for my mother. Hey Mom, I got that forward with all the Anne Geddes babies. Neat.

Brenna:

Grandma Marie:

Adam:

Adam and SaraJ:

Mike:

Ash and Mike:

The Couple of Marriage Duo Twosome:

Another:

Cute. But not as cute as jumping females:

New Man in Town

He's here!

Meet James Eric.

You can also see him here. And at Anne's house, although it's getting kind of crowded.
This is when I got to hold him and my throat got all froggy with excitement.
That'll happen.

This is Jimmy with his foxy mom.

She makes me look bad, so I put her last. Because I can.

Followed up by "Kickin' It Lakeside" and "The Long Road to Beaver Bay"

I returned from a bike ride last Monday to find a note on my windshield: somebody hit my parked car! Woohooo! It's collection time. Like most things I can't be bothered to do, this still requires effort on my part.
What's the statute of limitations on good citizenship? I'm afraid she might rescind her offer to pay for the damages. But not the kind of fear that changes behavior. That I reserve for animal attacks.
Speaking of which, I was all Northwoodsy this weekend for Meg + Aaron's wedding. (Photos forthcoming. I've reached a new intersection of inaction and productivity. When I wasn't hiking in flip flops and treading the shores of Lake Superior, I was imbibing libations with others of age. A band of beer bottle percussion was formed. We will call ourselves "Stomp. Nah. Sit Down. Drink This. We Could Go Into Town, but We Already Missed the Fireworks." Our first single: "You Should Have Been There" will be released later this fall.

Want to Buy: Pellet Guns, Pellets.

Another marginal sleep night thanks to our thoughtless neighbors. The Minneapolis PD and I have grown closer since the weather turned nice. I feel better about this, if they're willing to stop by to break up a party.*
It's a Wednesday night! Even in college, Wednesdays don't count as the weekend unless you're a hockey player. Every night is a weekend if you play hockey. Plus your hair is long and you're an asshole. And your hands smell from those sweaty gloves.
We're calling the landlord today.

*Non-SequiturBrainchild: a comic called Civil Cervantes! in which Don Quixote and Sancho Panza play police partners in a modern day metropolis, but their cases all go awry. Blanket tossings! NBC, give me a call.

Flashing Lights, Lights, Lights

My big summer jamboree of traveliness was cancelled due to a very serious accident of Cousin Emily's Kitten, who is now on a feeding tube. I know that I have an inaccurate mental picture, but it was probably a small child who administered the medical procedures.
Hello, Kitty. Step into my playskool office. Say 'Ahhh' and I will shove this heart-shaped stethoscope into your windpipe.
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In the meantime, I am kicking up my heels tonight with Kanye West and his crew of merry musicmakers. Look for me. I'll be the one in the t-shirt and scarf.

Jail Is Very Likely Worse

I was annoyed to get a speeding ticket for $142.
However, I am beyond angry to discover that my ticket was increased to $284. Can somebody explain why that happened? Do I file an appeal?
When will I perfect self-teleporting so I can save on fuel and bad-choice costs?
[As a context-building sidenote: I wish I could get for you a sound clip of the phenomenally shitty music being pumped into this building. You guys, I am thisclose to the edge of the deep homicidal end. This is not helping like it promised to.]

The 90 to the 190 to the...THAT ONE. RIGHT THERE.

Muffin and I went on a last minute jaunt to Chicago this weekend to give a little kick in the pants to a friend who needed it. I ended up with an ass kicking of my own, in the form of a cold. Who gets a welcome-to-nice-weather sickness? Stupid people. Stupid people who are old enough to rent cars! BOOYA.
We didn't even die. And there weren't tolls. Everybody wins except the toll collector.
This tea tastes like a sandwich.
When we weren't resting, we were eating. And when we weren't eating, we were going to coffee shops. I ordered a red tea with pomegranate. I recommend not doing that. Something to try instead: Mojitea. Rumless, so there is no need to check IDs at the door of your Mojitea party. Mint tea, sparkling water, lime juice. Experiment with the ratio and let me know which is the most delicious. Could be 1:1:1. But that sounds like math, so I will be over here with the coloring books.

Ten Percent of Everything from Tokyo is Magic

I learned that at last night's show. Improv is educational!
I also found out, while sporting my Abraham Lincoln brooch, that I am not the only one who thinks he's a hottie. Yesssssss. This reminds me peripherally of the game we played at Old Chicago: Name As Many Past US Presidents As You Can Before Somebody [Probably Halsey] Says 'Ben Franklin'. We got pretty far.
Chocolate Chocolate Chip [On Your Shoulder]
Good for eating: an abandoned cookie. It's been in the refrigerator for at least two months. Which makes it viable for me and less offensive if somebody were to come looking for it. They'd have to say to, "Where's my @#$%ing cookie?!" and a minute later, "Hm. That was in there a long time. It probably wasn't even safe for me to eat."
I am a community servant.

Onwards and Upwards

I could throw up from relief. Now I don't have to wait for this card to grace my inbox.
I'm renewed for next year.
Ok.
Game on.