Sleep well, little one…
Margie may be gone, but she’ll be forever running on her little wheel in my head…
Margie may be gone, but she’ll be forever running on her little wheel in my head…
Welcome, all, to Gettysburg. This is an amazingly cute little rural PA town in the south eastern quadrant of the state. It’s pretty much like any place in the western or central parts of the state except it has a) a battlefield and b) Friendly’s. After two hours in the car following work on Friday we had dinner out with Hannah’s family. Her nephew, Mason (1 and a half) gave me a sticker that said “Oregon.” I was honored. We attacked the town on Saturday, with the Sloans chauffering me around on a tour of the area.
I sat on this cannon. It was my fate…
Demonstrating the attentive 10 & 2 style (when not setting the on-board computer, that is.)
I don’t have a clue as to what’s going on here…
Boyd’s Bears Country Factory is literally the size of a barn. This is half of that barn.
Marie became very attached to several of the stuffed animals. This bear was only one of her victims.
Aside from the items documented photographically here, I also got to meet Hannah’s grandmother “Mama.” She’s an 82 year-old German woman who could be described as all boob. She was adorable. While describing her Touareg, Hannah received a look of utter disbelief as to why anyone could need an air conditioned glove box followed by “Who do you think you are?” It was hilarious.
And that’s my weekend. I’m at the studio now, where I’ve effectively done all of my work too quickly and left myself with nothing to do. This is a common occurence…
Well, another work week has ended for me and I’m tired. I don’t really know why that is, either, because out of all my weeks, this one was neither particularly stressful or busy. Whatever. With all the plague going around, I’m sure my body is just worn out from fighting this or that germ at every social interaction.
On Tuesday I got to spend the entire workday with Hannah. How novel! We accomplished real tasks here and there, had lunch from Panera and found her the perfect Touareg in Harrisburg. And then we drove to Harrisburg. And then she bought it. So, after 4 hours at the skeeziest Cadillac dealer this side of Newark, I give you Hannah’s new boyfriend, Geoffrey:
If I drove an SUV, this would be the one. He’s like a giant Klaus…with heated leather seats and more wood grain trim and chrome than some Hyundai lots have in total.
In other news, I’m going to Gettysburg tomorrow to visit Hannah’s mom, Marie. This started out as a phone call by Hannah to let her know that there was a new car. It quickly turned into a visit and then more quickly turned into a roadtrip. So, I’ve been warned that I’ll be forced to have my photo taken on a cannon at least once. But, on the upside of going to the battlefield, I think we are taking a ghost tour. By lantern, even!
And now, I wait for Sonya or Maggie to get online and keep me entertained. Because they are both fantastically good at it. 🙂
P.S. It may seem silly that we have a cars category…but, oh how it isn’t.
After watching the documentary The Times of Harvey Milk for the second time I’ve come to the realization that humanity’s primary goal is to turn everything beautiful, hopeful or true to complete and utter shit.
We suck.
Normally I find this ad campaign nonsense entirely creepy – he fucking freaks me out – however, this is pure, unadulterated genius. Gawker’s title “The closest Kate’s ever come to a Burger” makes it wondrous.
Gawker via Media Orchard
The new Apple ad that touts the birth of the Intel Mac – and makes Angela and I weep with joyous visions of life in a robotic clean room – is directed by the same wonderful people who brought us “Such Great Heights.” Thank you, Josh Melnick and Xander Charity.
And thank you, Cult of Mac Blog, for the wonderful trivia!
Decide what I should do with my life from here on out for me, please. I’ll pay you a competitive rate, I swear.
*tired*
