This page will be coming down soon. I realized I am very bad at writing about random stuff. I require purpose. My new purpose is this new page: Wild Face Off. Take a look, hopefully I will be able to make this page be the number one fan blog for the Minnesota Wild.
Somewhere in Wisonsin - August 28, 2009
Photo taken same day as the video here.
Neighborhood, Prior Lake, MN - August 27, 2009
I decided to take this photo at a very specific time. I believe it was 6:30 PM, the reason being at that time it was the Golden Hour. Supposedly it’s the best time to take an outdoor photo, or at least get nice lighting. It kind of worked for me, however it’s not quite what I thought I could get color wise. I’m going to try and get this same photo but with my polarizing filter, which I managed not to have with me for this photo.
Home, Prior Lake, MN - August 27, 2009
Bought a new watch to try and class it up a bit. Moved on from the metal braclets to leather. From color and hashes, to white and large numbers. My intention was to get something a little bit older looking from the typical modern metal look.
steve p2008
It was a typical post work Monday. I put my bag in the car trunk, opened the car door and at the same time rolled the windows down. It was particularly warm inside the car and those windows needed to be down, thank got for powered windows. The following event occurred in slow motion.
As I closed the door a massive bumble bee casually flew into my car through the open driver-side window and landed on my shoulder. Normally I would not be bothered by this, the bee would find there’s nothing to do on my shoulder and continue on its way. This situation was different. I’m in my car, a confined space. I can’t exactly walk away from the bee because again, I’m in my car, a confined space. I thought through my options, but before I could decide what to do the bee walked along my shoulder and toward my back behind my head. I can no longer see the bee, crap.
Before I move further in my ridiculous story a little background; I have never been stung by a bee. I could be allergic, probably not, but I really don’t know for sure. This sets the irrational fear I had when the massive bee landed on me. I think, this could hurt should I be stung. Will I go into anaphylactic shock? What a way to go; Kyle Tam, 23 years young, died today of a bee sting. He suffered a horrible death of suffocation in his car in the parking lot of his office.
I’m not proud of the following events, however they needed to happen. Since I could no longer see the bee, I casually exited my vehicle. Once outside I shook my shirt and ran. I ran like a little girl. I returned to my car, somewhat relieved to have this bee gone, when I notice that it has landed on my shoulder again! Since I am no longer in the confines of my car I flick the son of a bitch off my shoulder. The bee flies off and away, only to buzz right back at me. I run again, this time around a car parked near me. I see the bee is no longer following me; maybe I can finally get in my car and leave.
I walk up to my car, the door having been open this entire time, and see that the bee is in my car on the driver side floor board. What the fuck, I’m thinking. The bee is dazed; I take this opportunity to end this standoff. I crush the enemy with my foot several times. The bee appears dead; I remove his carcass from my car. Once I’m sitting in my car, I close the windows and blast the A/C, I’m not falling prey to that situation again.
Irrational, probably. But I’m alive, and you didn’t have to read an obituary about someone who died in their car from a bee sting.
Home, Prior Lake, MN - August 26, 2009
Another lame attempt at close up photog. Can’t get things to focus, color is crap, too many distractions in the background. A lot of work to do.
Probably not a thing I ever noticed before working my current job. A business’s exterior sign is its label, “I’m here!” is what they scream. The signs are made large enough to see from the road so passing motorists can read them easily. The signs are colored in manner that catches your eye. I always find it amusing when a sign’s lights are out, and the name of the business is modified. How can a business owner let their sign go for so long as to allow multiple letters to go out? I find it hard to believe that, in this instance, the “sen” and “ats” is electricaly connected.
Von Hanson's Meats, Bloomington, MN - August 24, 2009
Von Han Me. Do you know what that is? I don’t either, the only way that you’d be able to tell what this business was is if you’ve seen Von Hansen Meats signs before, the signs with the butcher to the left of the name.
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