Surly's Soap Box

The wife and I weren't planning on staying as long as we did at the party on Saturday. I wasn't feeling well, but we decided to have dinner and catch up with Uncle Ben, The Night Writer Family (and hanger on), and just see what was going on.

We had the pleasure of meeting King David and Mocha Momma, the folks from Echo Zoe and from Our House, Triple A, Mitch Berg, and even an Evil Weeble.

Speaking of Evil Weebles, when we got there, we saw someone running down the road, screaming like a little girl. I have learned that it was Learned Foot running away as soon as he saw the Evil Weeble. It scared him. I had some chills, but at least I manned up.

And then there was Joe Tucci: Curse you, bastard.

I'll just leave it at that.

Campaign trail leads to trouble on North Side

A couple of political wanna be's had a chance to experience what being soft on crime will do for ya: One guy, Michael Katch (DFL) got himself pounded by some local youth, while Jim Lilly (R) found himself in a shoot out of sorts.

Michael, in response to the feral youths attack said "the attack has not changed his belief that struggling and dangerous young people in the area can be saved, especially with the aid of good job and education opportunities."

Okay. That approach hasn't been working so far. I guess you need to throw more money at the problem.

I celebrated my Blogiversery by going to going to the Fair with my brother. I enjoyed some cheese curds, french fries, and a Summit Extra Pale Ale, all before 10:00AM. The gal serving the beer asked if I wanted a large, to which I asked if they had anything larger. She responded, "Yeah, Two beers."

Kind of decadent, drinking that early in the morning, but it kind of triggered off my "Surly mechanism". Right from there, I wandered off to the Pawlenty Booth and asked for directions to the Jeffers Booth. Oh boy, did I get the look of death! The gal was P.O.ed. Totally snubbed me.

Then I stood out side of the Communist Party AFL-CIO tent (ironically right across from the DFL booth) and asked why didn't these people have jobs. Good fun! I easily out ran those 350lb hulking, monobrowed, slack-jawed teamsters on their rascals. Next time, I'm going to tie cans to the back of one. The rascal, that is, not the teamster. Maybe.

Ran by the AM 1500 booth and noticed that Bob Davis looks like Jack Osbourne:


I couldn't find a good picture of Bob, so trust me.

Anyway, had fun. I'll be going back with the Family on Sunday to see the animals and such.