Sisk.. Boom... Blah.

So my digi-camera is broken. Somehow the LCD screen cracked and is now useless. Which means yours truly will have to guess if people or objects are in the frame. It also means that by a sheer miracle, I can remember the key presses to turn off the flash, but going manual? Forget it. Another problem is I downloaded and imported the photos that were on the sucker and didn't ask my comp to delete the originals. Now I can't clear the whole card, just any future pics I download and import. Using the tiny view screen is completely out of the question. The Photo aspect of digi has taken a serious blow my friends. Enjoy this video of Labor Day fireworks in Yardley. Note towards the end that the picture shifts a bit high, cutting off most of the image. That's me, guess-timating that I'm getting the whole thing, in the dark, with a sack of Kettlecorn in my lap. FACK!

Vote With Yo' Mouf'...

digidigidigi does not promote one candidate over another in this fall's election for the office of President of the United States. digi is keeping an even keel about the upcoming election. digi is trying to remain level-headed when it comes to putting works on his blog that may influence a user one way or the other. That is why I ask you not to dismiss this particular post because it depicts Obama cookies and not John Mccain cookies. You see, the family that provided said dessert purchased Obama because they are going to vote for him. Supposedly, the bakery that produced these delicious cookie-dates has a psuedo-election going on themselves, one that Obama (in cookie form) is winning. Once again, thank you for visiting... and remember to vote with your mouth.

Sk-i.

My Morning Sweater...

About the only thing you can count on when stepping up to the bar at Cavanaugh's River Deck is that eventually, someone is going to get stabbed. Everything else is left up to chance. Like your co-workers deciding to attend the work related happy hour long after the beer and appetizer specials have expired, and you, who attended the thing on time... out of sheer boredom and in their absence, decide to scan the crowd for interesting characters. You have the lady with the eye patch over here, and the man with three legs over there, various spikey haircuts and clubbin' shirts, sluts and whores... your basic clientelle, and then you see him. He's six five and very fit. He's got blond hair and aside from the noticeable scar on his face (hockey related), he doesn't belong here. He's Jeff Carter... center for your favorite sports team, the Philadelphia Flyers. What do you do next? You click AFTER the JUMP...

I've never really approached anyone famous and asked them to take a picture with me. I was sheepish and caught Jeff in the middle of purchasing a beverage. "Can I... can I get a pic with you?" I said. "Sure, just let me get this drink," he replied. So I waited, only to have a man step between Jeff and I. He had brown spiked hair. I've seen this hair before in various interviews and pre-game skates. That hair belongs to Scottie Upshall... and he needs refreshment.

So I extend my hand when Jeff Carter finally faces me, and we shake over a compliment: "Congrats on your new contract." As he placed his other hand on my back (stop thinking gay thoughts readers), I thought, what I wouldn't give for a library backdrop to fall behind us. Or NO! A laser fight. Maybe a autumn countryside, with a fence post prop for us to lean upon. Anyway... clicky clicky, the picture turns out great and I make my way back down river to the bar.

From afar, I notice a third Flyer joins the fold. He has a baseball cap turned around backwards like, I don't know... its a switch... a power switch... that gives him strength when he spins it around. His long curly locks fell onto his broad shoulders. Oh forget this.. it was Riley Cote. So all told, Jeff Carter, Riley Cote, and Scottie Upshall were at the Riverdeck. When I sadly left them, to attend the My Morning Jacket concert nextdoor at the Festival Pier... I had the strange feeling that I'd seem them again. And I did! When they attended the concert as well in their own V.I.P. tent. All told there were five hockey players in attendance, including Phantoms goalie coach Neil Little (former Phantoms goalie) and newly acquired defensman Danny Syrvet (who we received from Edmonton for Ryan Potulny).

Note: no Flyers were stabbed in the making of this post.

Another chapter ends...