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2011 llama pageant

September 1, 11 //

Yesterday I saw my first llama pageant, an annual event at the Minnesota State Fair and now, inevitably, a tradition for me of hilarity and wildly imaginative kids and their decked out llamas. Here are a few of the notable:

Frog Prince llama—winner of the Intermediate division.

Garden llama has shoes!

Eeyore llama looked great but was having panic attacks. Mer.

This is a terrible picture of Viking Ship llama, but it was fantastic (and champion of the Senior division). Its legs are the ocean (with fish!), and the boat on its back has movable paddles. Stunning.

Mickey Mouse llama was scary. Never put an animal in a white hood. Just don’t.

Just when I thought my evening couldn’t get any better, I saw QR code crop art:

…which takes you to a psychedelic video about seeds:

Thank you, MN State Fair. Thank you.

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how not to pick me up

September 9, 10 //

Shouts

found text, hilarity, internets

The first xtranormal I saw, I fell in love. It’s not that every conversation should be reduced to monotone text-to-voice, often foul-mouthed cuddly avatars. It’s that they invariably are, now, in my head, while conversations are actively happening.

Here’s my first foray. The web-based software was easy to use but I could not get it to render properly in the final publishing. The camera angle cuts are out of place, with some herky-jerky movements I didn’t put in the script. Hrm. Disappointing. I’ll have to experiment more later. In the meantime, here is how not to pick me up at the Minneapolis Electronic Music Festival.

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ode to Colin

August 31, 10 //

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hilarity, joy

Colin came to visit from a mysterious land across the sea. They fill him with beer, the best curry and theories about linguistics. He has the greatest student ID photo ever.

Bree and I take him to the zombie bar. I show him to the river. Kentucky born and raised, Colin came to Minneapolis over a decade ago because of a music video. He was on a couch at a crossroads. Prince was a sign. When he uses his redneck voice—dopey, lecherous—Bree and I pretty much die.