This blog covers everything except sports and gardening, unless we find a really good link about using dead professional bowlers for mulch. The author is a StarTribune columnist, has been passing off fiction and hyperbole as insight since 1997, has run his own website since the Jurassic era of AOL, and was online when today’s college sophomores were a year away from being born. So get off his lawn.
Strangest thing I saw at the Fair this morning, aside from some bad tattoos - I swear, some people have such poor impulse control they’d tattoo PICK UP MILK in reverse on their collarbone to remind them when they looked in the mirror - was a guy who packed a lunch. An ordinary sandwich and a bag of chips. I suppose it’s frugal, but it’s like bringing a comic book to the Louvre.
Spent most of the morning at Heritage Square, which will be the subject of an upcoming video. I stamped my hand in case I need to return, but it doesn’t look likely, so if you want to borrow it, drop me a line.
I’ve been playing with an app called Ectograph, which lets you freeze a video and animate certain portions. It’s fun. Examples:
It’s an odd year, in some ways. First the Stratosphere freezes twice. Then a stabbling. Now missile attacks:
Crews are on the scene.
Finally, a bit of history: another StarTribune booth, in the days before we started handing out lip balm. Wonder if they provided informaton:
Number of women in skirts at the Fair today: Zero.