DNC Day Two

Ok, so lots of people have been asking me, where are all the pics of the DNC holmes? And by lots of people, I mean me talking to myself whilst taking a bath. Fortunantely for all you pic-hungry blog weasels out there I make a convincing argument, especially when I'm covered in bubbles.

So today I offer up DNC Day Two! Wheres Day One, you ask? Or Pre-convention Days -4 thru -1? Well my camera was broken, so you can take your requests and shove 'em. Unfortunately I wasn't able to get any pics of Michelle Obama - although I did shake her hand, twice! She's ginormous, like 8 feet tall! Also I met Bill Ritter, but mysteriously the glass in my camera shattered when I pointed the camera at him. He then hissed at me, turned into a bat and left. Anyhoo, on to pics!

On the way to work. Shortly afterwards one of the Secret Service dudes told me in no uncertain terms that my pictures were not welcome there.


So. Awesome.



Thats right people. That thar be the Chuckster himself, Charles Barkley. Note the sweet shot of his bald dome. When he walked by I said "Chuck got no game. Chuck never had no game!". Chuck then literally tossed me through the roof of Brooklyns. Literally.


Trojan has a huge presence within the security perimeter of Pepsi Center. They were handing out condoms to everyone who walked by, but when I stuck out my hand for my free goodies I heard one volunteer say "not worth it".

This photo was taken on our "A" set, with the Pepsi Center in the background. 30 seconds after this photo was taken Jim Lehrer was heard asking if someone could 'get those jackasses off my set'.

Nothing says democracy like some dirty hippies.


Thats all for now folks. Another update tonight!

My first-ish real post

Okay, now that my blog is underway, and the awkward exchanging of names and info has passed, it's time for some real blogging!

Rather than bore you with some overly dramatic account of this morning's quick yet forceful exchange with my barista, or regal you with tales of adventure and intrigue in the supermarket deli isle, I instead offer a much more exciting and daring post.

Me destroying the ever loving shit out of some packing bubbles at work!

First attempt: Gold Medal Run!






After such a successful first try, I decided to go even bigger and better for my second attempt. Longer course, two different types of bubble wrap AND a wicked curve.

Alas, I flew to close to the sun on wings made of plastic bubble wrap. NEARLY. DISASTER.






This is what I do for a living people.

My first post.

Time to get it over with. Time to start my dream. Time to live. Time...to blog.