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- I am way too old for anime cons
- Despite my numerous trips to Raleigh over the last 13 years, I feel like I don’t know this place beyond the areas I’ve ran on the krispy kreme run
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Despite the fact that he’s a miserable, horrible, evil human being, I’m still quite fond of this photograph.
And in spite of the noobness I’m showing with my DSLR since I got it, I have to say that this is probably one of my favorite photos I’ve ever taken on it since I got it. The combination of slightly high aperture to get that subtle blur in the background, combined with the focus on Huzzard smoking his cigar, the smoke rising ominously. And then there’s a big Native American statue with a stogies sign and Starbucks in the background, and it pretty much sums up Huzzard’s perfect idea of what an afterlife should be.

This Victorian with the black door and the red brick staircase is the actual Tanner family home from Full House. The door isn’t red like in the show, but make no mistake, this is the actual home. It is referenced in no fewer than five websites that I’ve cross-referenced to verify this address.
It makes me wonder if the blue Hyundai Tiburon belongs to anyone who lives in the home. The answer is questionable, because as I discovered for myself, finding parking anywhere in this part of San Francisco is nigh impossible at times, and I too had to park about three blocks away and risk ticket and towing in order to find the time to get on foot and find the Full House house.
It probably isn’t, since I’d imagine the resident(s) of the home actually using the driveway for their car, but for the sake of making a good joke, it’s fun to imagine that it is.
My first assumption is that it has to belong to Stephanie, because after her meth bender, what the fuck has she done to manage to afford anything outside of the old Hyundai class? But then I realize that Candice Cameron hasn’t exactly set the world on fire either, and that big brother Bible-thumping Kirk has probably had a more successful career in the longer haul.

At first glance, this looks like a photograph taken inside of any old liquor store. Jack Daniels, various vodkas, whiskeys and wines available, and then entire aisles dedicated to beer.
This is actually inside of a CVS, in Modesto, California. A CVS drugstore.
So upon entering this CVS in Modesto, California, it’s the same kind of stuff you’d find at any other CVS across the country. Over the counter drugs, a pharmacy, lots of toiletries, cosmetics, cheap Taiwan-made knock-off toys, magazines, candy and a small variety of snacks and drinks. But then you take a sharp right, and then BAM it’s a full-fledged liquor store.
And there’s no segue into it, either. It’s the same carpeting, shelving and bright, fluorescent lighting. It’s like cruising the aisles of target and going from baby clothing, sporting goods, sex toys.
The funniest thing is that there really were liquors and whiskeys that were available for discounts if you scanned your CVS Extra Care card.
Sonny Chiba approves, since he loves CVS.

I have a belief that when many non-Georgians that exclaim that they dislike Atlanta, it has mostly everything to do with the fact that their sole interaction with Atlanta stems from an airplane layover gone awry. Sadly, this often as accurate as it hyperbole.
Atlanta’s airport isn’t by any means the best airport in the country, heaven’s no, but I can easily say that I have been to many, far worse. Included in those would be San Francisco International airport, where I have just flown in from this morning, and am writing this while I wait for Jen to pick my tired ass up. Upon making excellent time at 5:00 a.m. PST to prepare for the cross-country flight, with the earlier-than-scheduled arrival of the taxi, the lack of line at the Delta kiosks, I actually had a modicum of hope that I could made the earlier flight out of SFO to ATL.
Then I ran into the security line, which turned out to be the worst-handled security checkpoints I’ve ever seen in my entire life. The last time I can honestly recall spending more than 40 minutes in a security checkpoint was literally the first few flights I ever took, post-9/11.
But I am off to San Francisco for the next few days. I am very excited to visit an area I have never been to before, and I look forward to eating a lot of good food, wandering around aimlessly, doing touristy shit like seeing the Full House house, and traversing the Golden Gate Bridge, and of course, most importantly, visiting three new ballparks, two of which are MLB parks. #22 and #23, respectively.
To be honest, despite the fact that this trip had been planned all the way back in like February, it kind of feels like this weekend got here a little insanely quickly. A part of me wouldn’t mind at all if I had another week before the trip, but it’s all good. That part of me is wanting to be home for the first weekend of having a new dog, and helping ensure the dog acclimates to his new surroundings, instead of me jetting off just days after bringing him home. But it wasn’t meant to be in the cards, and both Jen and I will have to deal with what we were given; it’s not like we could have waited on rescuing Chase, because it was made evident that if we didn’t claim him when we did, there were at least two parties that would have.
Not to say I don’t expect to enjoy my time out in San Francisco due to these circumstances, I’m just saying that I’m going to miss my new dog. But Jen’s a successful competent dog owner, so I know the boy’s in good hands in my absence.
There’s a good chance that I’ll make some random mobile photo posts throughout the weekend, not to mention the slew of posts, picture posts, and baseball park posts that will come in ensuing days and weeks afterward.

The pursuit of travel and baseball took me down to Montgomery, Alabama for a day, to take in some local sights, and eventually watch some baseball. Compared to Birmingham from just a week ago, I have to say that I liked Montgomery more. Ironically, a lot of it has to do with the historic feel of the area, and walking around what I suppose was a major home of the Confederacy.
The first White House of the Confederacy is what’s pictured above, and it’s kind of interesting to think that I never heard of such a structure even existing in contemporary school, despite the fact that Virginia too was a “southern state.”
As much as I thought I would be looked at with a strange eye for being a Chinaman in Montgomery, Alabama, I was pleasantly surprised to have not really run into such incident. Well, not openly. Then again, being a Sunday afternoon, pretty much the entire city was deserted, except for the sparse church-goers and baseball enthusiasts at the park. I’ll save the park opinions for when I eventually update the baseball site, but as for the rest of the pictures, beyond the jump.