Gorillaz in the boss-dog; planet of the Apes.

(Speechless)

Thank you Iowans for giving Michelle Bachmann the attention she so desperately desired. Now she can say profound things like:

"I don't know how much God has to do to get the attention of the politicians. We've had an earthquake; we've had a hurricane. He said, 'Are you going to start listening to me here?'" Bachmann, a third-term Minnesota representative, told a crowd in Sarasota that the St. Petersburg Timesestimated contained around 1,000 people.

"Listen to the American people, because the American people are roaring right now," Bachmann continued. "They know government is on a morbid obesity diet and we've got to rein in the spending."

I stubbed my toe and farted earlier, is God trying to tell me something? I've lost weight recently, so it can't be that...I didn't go to church this week, but that can't be it...

Rein in spending! Yes! As in rein in thgn spending, Michelle. I have little faith in the American People, but I trust they will see through your religious pandering.

And by the way, Americans are roaring. They're telling you to shut up.


"Update" -- Her spokeswoman said she was obviously joking. I didn't know "jk, lol" was a political strategy?

"Reuters reports that Bachmann said during a stop in Miami on Monday, "Of course I was being humorous when I said that. It would be absurd to think it was anything else." She added, "I am a person who loves humor, I have a great sense of humor.""

Then how do you not know the joke is on you?

Song of the day: Pin (Yeah Yeah Yeahs)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evMVTZgxyVk

I don't know how to imbed videos, apologies.

Myself, the Sauders, Colon and other Weaver are seeing TV on the Radio next week in Philadelphia. I know you're jealous.

I met some Canadians the other week in Lancaster. They were wearing their team Canada jerseys at the Brickyard... baller.

"The Bad Touch"

"You and me baby? Ain't nothin' but mammals."

So why did I stop writing this blog?

Was I exhausted after a cross-country drive? Yes.

Was I hung over when I left Pittsburgh? Yes. (Sometimes, it's better to forget what happens in Pittsburgh. It's like Las Vegas, but with hockey!)

The correct answer is that I have trouble finishing what I start. Except Sudoku. Is that a dated reference?

BTW,

For those interested,

the rest of my trip back from Vancouver was great. My family was nice enough to let me stay in Florida for a couple of months, where in the warm weather I ironically played lots of hockey. My brother's team won the HS championship which is really neat. Never could I imagine I would be watching my brother play online while cheering a team named the 'Golden Manatees'.

Anyway, a much belated congrats, Nick.

Before 2010 ended, I attended a beautiful wedding,

Went to space,

And met these cool dudes in NYC,

That's Ben on the left, Seth on the right, Manhattan in the background. The brains behind Fencing (the band!)! Feel free to listen to them here: http://www.myspace.com/fencingisaband for the uninitiated I would recommend "two chord jam").

In November 2010 I jaunted over to NYC to see the restaurant Seth manages. Unsurprisingly I was put to work, but the cook was cool and made me dinner.

Earlier, I had also driven to Washington DC to attend the Rally to Restore Sanity.

If I learned anything, it was that I should never drive in either New York City or Washington DC.

... the Sauders and Char...

Good people. You should meet them. Find photos from NYC, DC, and Ridley Park trips on the facebook. http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=14215876&sk=photos

Let's see what Lancaster City has in store.

Goodnight,

zzzzz....

Too tired.

Pittsburgh tomorrow.

Wisconsin drivers are terrible.

I saw a sign today that said "Rough Road Ahead"...

...it could have also read "Temporarily Entering Pennsylvania."

That may have sounded funnier this afternoon.

A little math:

RedBull+Caffiene Pills+loud music

__________________________________ = 13 hours of driving

windows down

For those of you living this trip vicariously through this blog, welcome to South Dakota.

Home of the Black Hills

...and dinosaurs.

Today's highlight: a visit to The Battle of Little Bighorn National Park, Montana.

The stone in the middle marks where Custer met his end.

He lost the battle, obviously. Yet he still gets a national forest named after him! It's like calling the Stanley Cup the Philadelphia Flyers Memorial...

...terrible segue into a solemn picture.

Click on any of the pictures in this blog to see a full scale version, my camera is pretty nifty.
I was talking on the phone today with someone who said they knew a lot about horses. My knowledge is so small, I don't even know how to take a picture of them.
I bought a camera tripod before I left Lancaster in June. I figured I might as well use it.

They call Montana "Big Sky" for a reason.

Finally, proof of Buicks trying to ruin my day.

Look at that! Noone ahead of you! Why are you in the left lane? Isn't it a little late in the day to be driving to breakfast?

Late to bed, early to rise. Hopefully making it to South Bend tomorrow. If Sean or Tenza ever read this blog, I'd tell them to relax.

Touchdown Jesus!

Big Sky

Tonight I find myself in Butte, Montana.

It almost feels like i haven't stopped driving since June. One very noticeable difference is the heat, and I wish now more than ever that Eileen had air conditioning.

Two pet peeves:

1) Buicks. (Not groundbreaking news). Engineered to always drive 10 mph below the posted speed limit.

2) People who play the lottery. I'm trying to pay for my gas here, can you decide which of your kid's birthdays to use as your "lucky" number a little quicker, please?

I never became used to the metric system, glad to see familiar phrases like "miles per hour".

Idaho and Montana are nicer to drive through than Washington state.

This sign gave me false hope:

...and yes, they use George Washington's head as the outline marking all state highways.

Apparently there is a ghost in my car, wouldn't let me get a clear shot, but Eileen passed 92,000.

At the border,

Later, gators!