Bird Bath (dumbest post ever)

This is my best guess at what song was playing as this sad bird got washed.

Sea Horses

A bunch of horses were out in a field minding their business when they heard this inspirational song came on their radio. Within seconds they went to the beach as the song instructed. That's the only explanation I see for this picture.

Drunk History Vol. 5 & 6

Be warned; these genius videos have a few choice actors and handful of choice words. Will Ferrel, Don Cheadle, Zooey Deschanel, John C. Reilly, Crispin Glover.

Go Reddies?

The World Cup made me realize something I've known for a long time. I really enjoy following stuff with other people. I like the camaraderie and community that happens when you can talk about shared experiences. I don't have much of that (sports-wise) here in the 'Nati. Growing up a Cleveland fan and sensible person makes it impossible for me to root for the TigerPumpkins. I've never disliked the Reddies, I've just never cared. I've been saying for over two years now that I want to like them. And every year I get closer. This spring I went to a game and found myself caring if they won. That was new. A month ago we were at a bar downtown and I found myself cheering for them with the other patrons. That felt pretty good. And now, with the World Cup being over, and the Reds not sucking, I think I'm ready. I need something to fill the camaraderie void in my life. Does that make me a fair weather fan? Probably. But I humbly ask you to recognize/appreciate that I've waited a long time to crossover. Out of respect for the Reds and their fans. It isn't a rash decision. I'm not a total flake. Just half of one.

So, with 97% certainty, this week I plan on purchasing the hat I've had my eyes on for two years and officially catching Reds Fever. I hope you long time fans will accept me.

Is my conversion due in part to this sweet hat? Yes. Probably. At least I'm honest, right?

The Lou

We rolled into St. Louis Wednesday night to shoot a video with the Dodgers’ Jamey Carroll. He’s the one on the right slapping five. We’re friends with his agent, Jonathan Maurer. Together they have a modern day Jerry MacGuire story. Just two dudes taking a risk to trust each other in the humble beginnings of their careers.

We cased the joint (busch stadium) that night after dinner. That’s Jonathan on the left. On the drive to St. Lou he told us stories that involved Wade Boggs, Dan Quayle, mystic turtles and sea bananas that have seriously changed my life. Someday, if dreams come true, I’ll be sharing animated Wade Boggs short films with you.

My foodie friend, B. Whitmer Hoffmann, told me we had to hit up Pappy’s. He said the ribs changed his life. Hoffy knows smoked meats so I took his recommendation as a mandate. So we went there on Thursday. From the outside it looks meager.

Everything changes when you get inside. It took about 15 min. waiting in line just to get to this point. It smelled like a meat carnival and everyone was giddy with anticipation.

You know it’s good if Willy likes it.

Game-changing, life-changing, soul-lifting, belly-bursting, mouth-watering, brain-melting good. We spent the rest of the day burping up pork smoke which felt like a like an extra, undeserved gift from Pappy himself.

From there we went to Busch. We went down on the field to tape the Dodgers’ practice. Watching Don Mattingly throwing BP was one of the many highlights of this behind-the-scenes day. We taped the interview with Jamey in the Champions Club under the stadium. Around 5pm we got caught sneaking where we weren’t allowed and excused ourselves from the premises to avoid being forced out.

We admired ‘Merica before dinner.

We sat with the Dodgers’ family and did our best to ward off a heat stroke. Such an awesome stadium.

I guess when your town and stadium was built by Heiser Busch you get gravity-defying, outerspace beer technology. Crazy. See the video below.

We left in the fifth inning for the long drive home. Big thanks to Jenny Stambaugh for making us snack bags full of tasty treats. Dried edamame is my new favorite thing. All in all, it was yet another reminder of how road trips are so amazingly good for the soul.

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Underwatermelon

I see six logical explanations.

1. Mermaid picnic.

2. Hipster parents think bobbin' for apples is so 1920.

3. Dumb kid has never eaten watermelon.

4. Smart kid has eaten it a lot and figured out how to avoid the mess.

5. He's playing Vegan Sharks and winning.

6. The underwater banana feast felt awkward.

"New" Mumford

These guys render me speechless.



Tyler, this one's for you. Amazing.



I LOVED this movie as a kid and vividly remember how sad this part is.

Nighttimes

Things that went through my mind last night at 3am when Miss Jackson started half-barking and ran downstairs but then eventually got eerily quiet:

Shut up.
Seriously, I'm tired.
Maybe there's robbers.
Maybe there's robbers who gave her poison-covered treats to shut her up.

I got up, called her, she ran back upstairs, looked at me, then ran back down doing that half-bark thing. So I went to bed and Leah posed a theory that Miss might be dying. Things that went thru my mind before and after grabbing a candlestick (seriously) and going downstairs:

That would suck if she died. I like her.
At least we'd have Lola.
She's long and silly.
There still may be robbers.
Robbers who are super quiet and whose poison treats are so good that Miss went back for more.
I don't have any weapons up here.
I could grab a shampoo bot- don't be ridiculous. Too soft.
Oh look, a candlestick.
Wow, it's kind of heavy.
Please don't be robbers.
Hey, Miss.
You wanna go outside? K.
Stop eating grass.
Seriously. Come back in here.
I feel silly holding this candlestick.

RSVPs Confuse the Hound

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Lola keeps waiting for Miss Jackson to join her for sweet tea and pork knuckles out on The Bistro. Miss J politely declines 100% of the time.

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Tricky Raccoon

It's pathetic how much this combo cracks me up.