Grandma, Baseball, &c.

This weekend we went to Atlanta to visit my Grandma, who rules. She rules so much that I trimmed my beard, because being presentable to Grandma is important.


I also changed my shirt, because I proselytize for good comics:


Then I got on the plane.


Then I rented a car from a business named "E-Z Car Rental". The name should be "Gross Sad Car Rental".


Then we went to Ria's Bluebird Cafe where Ana found out that she is totally their type:


Then, duh, we went to the ballgame. Stupid Atlanta doesn't have branded beer bottles yet.

There was this girl there


Ana wanted to fight the little girl.


Then we went to dinner with my Grandma.


Later, we danced a little bit.


Also, we went to the best bar in Atlanta.


And finally we got back on the plane.


BONUS!!! CAT ACTING LIKE DOG!!! CLICK TO ENLARGE!!!

Photo Essay #5: The Cuttery of a Well-Haired Gentleman

Every once in a while, it becomes necessary to trim one's hair. Seriously. Especially when 75% of one's head is covered in it. Today was one of those days. Here's how to document the activity!

1. First, take a picture of yourself before cutting your hair.


2. Be sure to include all areas to be cut, including beards and rat tails.


3. During the process, take a picture. It's what they call an "in-progress" shot. It is vital.


4. Proceed cutting.


5. Throw the audience a curve. Tell them that in fact the rat tail WAS NOT cut! Ha, ha! No, of course it wasn't. That would be a stupid. I mean, who doesn't love the attention a rat tail brings? I can hear the fellows in the neighborhood now: "Hey Deffo! Rat tail is looking silky, my man! Keep it up!" If you cut it, what would the fellows say? Nothing, that's what.