Photos: D.C. Barbecue Battle, Aberdeen Baseball Heaven

A visit into D.C. for Safeway’s Barbecue Battle turns into a celebration of smoky meat and other delicious barbecue, and then me asserting my dominance over the lesser beings of the food chain, by participating in a Man v. Food Nation eating competition of eating hot wings against the clock.

And then Huzzard and I travel up to Aberdeen, Maryland, to visit the home of the Ripken Family Baseball Academy, as well as the short-season Aberdeen IronBirds developmental Orioles team.

Photos: Annual Baltimore drinking and baseball but mostly drinking trip

A life with no traditions is a life without the little things to sometimes look forward to.  For the last three years now, I have made it out to Baltimore at least once, in order to take advantage of the liberal beer availability with the company of various friends, just outsides of the confines of Camden Yards, which, despite my general disdain for the city of Baltimore, it actually is home to my favorite ballpark in Major League Baseball.  Mostly thanks to Pickle’s.

Today is a good day

Despite closing in on nineteen-years of age, the dog taco underwent some dental surgery, at an age when anesthesia could inadvertently become euthanasia.  But like the true champion dog taco he is, he woke up, much to my delight, and hopefully the worst part of it all is in the past.

Speaking of man’s best friend, I watched the premiere of Elijah Wood’s Wilfred on FX.  I’m not going to say that the first episode blew me away or anything, and the pace of the show is a lot dryer than what it was built up to be in previews and advertising, but I’m willing to keep pushing forward.  It’s entertainingly uncomfortable at times, and I see the potential there with it becoming an amusing train wreck of a show.

But the most fascinating thing to me is the concept of the show is pretty much parallel to the premise of Calvin and Hobbes.  Much like Hobbes, Wilfred is manipulative and convincing, and gives Wood’s Calvin-like character a convenient excuse for all his destructive actions.  The only real differences is that Wilfred is a canine and not a feline, and that everything else is more or less more grown up, and there are tits as motivation, mostly.

If I can help it

I don’t want to fly in and out of Washington DC again for a long time. Or anywhere else for that matter. I’m getting exasperated with the process these days.

He’s not dead he’s just resting GI JOEEEEE

I heard on the radio this morning that Spider-Man was getting killed in the comic books.  Admittedly, it was a bit surprising, since Spider-Man is on that echelon of comic book characters that transcends just the fans of comic books, but reaches out to so many forms of alternative media.  Spider-Man is more than just a comic book character; he is an icon, a symbol, and a bastion of history.  So to hear that he was getting killed, really got my attention.

But then I had to go and ruin everything, and find out those silly “details” that clarify everything, and in this instance, kind of remove all the suspense and drama out of the equation.  There is a chance I might slip up my writing and spoil something, so if you genuinely care, don’t continue to read.

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