Second filler post: CHICKEN McBOOTS

OMG I ate some McBoots after I got back from North Carolina.  So gratifying, so delicious, even if they are so bad for your health.  I just did not give a damn.  I’m still not entirely sure of what caused the sudden infatuation and demand for McBoots, but I’m willing to wager a good bit that it happened when I was inebriated, and then it trickled into my sober hours.  Once a craving for the McBoots comes into play, nothing short of McBoots will satiate the need.

In other news, I’ve processed all my images, and within the next few days, I’ll begin making some more substantial photo/writing brog posts, chronicling my recent journeys and showing crappy photography of the places I’ve been, and things I’ve seen.

The next few weekends stand to look pretty nondescript and stagnant in comparison to the last two, but you know what?  I can’t wait to sleep in in my own bed this weekend, and hope to get some substantial rest, as long as my dog will allow it.

First filler post: Maple Bacon Doughnut Beer

I didn’t even know this stuff existed, but it’s apparently a collaboration between the Rogue beer company, and that doughnut company out in Portland that made the maple bacon donut I jizzed myself over after eating, Voodoo Doughnuts.  Despite my love for bacon, I’m very reluctant to dare try such an interesting beer, because frankly, I haven’t really liked many Rogue beers.

Arrogant Bastard Ale, Santa’s Private Reserve, Dead Guy, none of those beers really resonate well with me.  They tend to err on the side of way hopsy and bitter for my pallet.

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A quick note on brog programming

I realize my posting has been a little bouncing around over the last few days.  As I have kind of completed most of the travel I have planned over the last three weeks, I’m going to be playing lots of catching up with lots of my personal writing/photos/posting.

Here is a glimpse of all the things I need to catch up on:

  • I’ve been to four new ballparks
  • I did touristy shit in San Francisco and went to see Alcatraz
  • Photos from now four new ballparks to process
  • Subsequently four new ballpark entries to add to my ballpark project
  • Since I was at Animazement over this past weekend, there are some photos from that too
  • I’ll probably make some quickie-posts in order to tide myself over
  • And all the other self-appointed writing/photo obligations I put onto myself for others

So in other words, don’t expect much cohesion or rhyme or reason over the next days, and possibly weeks.

This is what life behind bars feels like

This is me behind bars.  In Alcatraz.

I know the size of an Alcatraz cell wasn’t that big, but man, seeing it live, and actually getting to go inside one really puts things into perspective.  Anyone taller than 6’2 was probably fucked and incapable of properly laying on their back.

The tour itself was kind of boring, to be honest.  There were too many tourists and high school douchebags running all over the place, and just about every single part of the island was “closed for your safety.”  But for what it’s worth, it was kind of cool to see the cell blocks and the boat rides to the island were cool and provided some good opportunity for some scenic city photos.

All of which will be coming in very soon days, once I sort through a variety of self-imposed and obligated writing assignments and postings in the various blogs I write/contribute/provide for on top of my own personal one.  But posts like this keep my post count up and makes me feel justified for being a good brogger.

Smoking on the bay

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.

I’m guessing Stephanie’s the Tanner with the Hyundai

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.