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That little Indian flag feels good. Really good. But Swedesboro, NJ? Looks like I've found my Naperville Shaumburg.

Impromptu Bar-ing

I don't know why 7th Street turned out to be Osseo, WI's main street, but it is. I don't know how we found Jen's Swing Inn Bar that far from the interstate, but we did. I don't know when we showed up there last Monday night, but that happened too. I don't know what the rest of Osseo's 1,600 residents were doing, but Jen and her bartender Jesse were there. And that was really all we needed. They beat us in pool twice, but they made up for it with free shots and money for the jukebox. Suck it Eau Claire.

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10 Months Early

That age estimation doesn't really seem fair.

My Sweet Grey-Hund

Greyhound started offering an express service from Madison to Minneapolis, Milwaukee, and Chicago in December. I think that probably means that somebody from headquarters finally saw a crowd of people waiting by a MegaBus somewhere and decided to get on the bus too. Ha! Anyway, last time I went Minneapolis for a wedding I took the reggie-style 'Hound since MegaBus has a penchant for stopping in Madison at 3:00AM. And that event does not interest me.

So I bought a $9 ticket a couple weeks ago on the Express. Then this morning I bought a $1 return ticket, because I've finally learned my lesson about not buying tickets that cost $1. Even if you're not exactly sure when you're going to want to leave, spend the dollar anyway. It's a dollar. It's worth it.

Things began poorly after I mis-recalculated the time by adding an hour to what my watch was telling me, forgetting I wasn't on the East Coast anymore. Maybe I should start changing my watches when I travel.

That meant I was an hour early and had time to drink an oversized mug of coffee, and tell Darcy how she's been one small disappointment after another. The trip took a turn north when I got on the bus, saw the other 4 passengers, the power outlet between my legs, and logged onto the Greyhound Network. And then actually did turn north on I-94.

Location:Tomah, WI

His 3 Sons

Christmas came and went. Taylor and I gave each other remarkably similar ties, there was a leather jacket involved, and a surprisingly small number of bottles of alcohol gifted about this year. On the upside, Taylor's a robot now.

Christmas is Coming (FInally)

Guess which ones are from me.

Just some light reading while I'm at home

Christmas is All Around.

Remember Christmas? I do. I've been forcing my family to postpone ours until January for a couple of years now. Someday they'll finally just admit that we celebrate The Epiphany now, '012 isn't that year though. Until then, it's Christmas in January. 

You know what Wisconsin does well though? Christmas. I mean look at this thing. Just the vest of the sweater‽ That's how you do Christmas. Even if I did have to sneak it into the Bolshevik Labour Celebration. 

It's not a one trick pony though. Not even a one trick pony wearing socks. First there was the Scalon party back in Madison. With the drinking, and the cheeses, and the hung over breakfasts. And the Draper Schwenn. That guy. I don't know what to do with him. 

Except take a picture with him. Cause he doesn't know how to do that yet. And it'll make you fell better about yourself.

Final stop on the Christmas trolley? Fond du Lac. Sorry, the FdL. One of these people is about to leave for Central India. No, it's not the girl in the purple hat.

It's not that dog either. I told her not to kiss me, little good that did me. It took her a while but she eventually wore herself out with all that lap-standing.

After that it was straight up lounging time. Couch lounging, chair lounging, floor lounging. It all happened. And it happened with socks on. Deal with it.

Remember, Big Cola wishes you a 3.30 liter Christmas.

Everybody Breaks, Sometimes.

Robots have feelings too.