Everything I need to film and document for KeriBlog is in that purse. Only thing missing is my laptop.
If you see #OOTD online: Outfit Of The Day
Got this at an Acura event I atteneded last week. I’m going to Sharpie out the letters.
At a party.
If I Wore Printed T-shirts, I Would Wear These
Ever notice I’m always in the same T-shirt, plain and light grey? For 5 years and one million photos?
I never wear printed anything, no logos, no sayings, I like blank best.
Once they wear out, pill or shrink, I Sharpie sayings onto the front, and wear them around home. Then I save them into a vacuum-sealed bag, that I’ve moved with 9 times anyway, so I can one day make a video called, “My 10 Grey T-shirts”, not joking.
But if I wore printed T-shirts, I’d wear these.
Ha.
To be clear, these would be worn ironically.
The ‘was‘ is why it’s funny.
Sometimes I buy them to give away, and live vicariously.
If you were to recieve a T-shirt gift from me, the presentation would look like this:
That is slated for the mail Monday morning. That is also a test, to see how regularly the recipient reads my blog. Bit of an unfair test though, because he’s on dial-up.
Got this as a gift years ago, funny eh.
But onward with plain gray.
Things From My Trip
On the left – my excellent packing job.
The green arrow is pointing at my new favourite dress, which I think I’ll also wear to the Stella party. It’s almost too short. Almost. Smirk.
On the right are two travel essentials.
The water is gone before I board, and… oh wait – I have the perfect video about passports, hang on…..
Look at that – I was defeated by… my own lock. Can’t remember the black password.
See the symbol the blue arrow is pointing at? That’s what you want.
It means airport security has a universal key to open your lock. Otherwise, if airport security needs to get into your bag, they have to cut it off, now they’re frustrated with you, now your bag is getting tossed around accordingly.
I know this to be true because of the many nods of approval from the airport security people when they see it.
Action shot of my new show being designed. Down to the wire indeed.
There was so much to do before I left. Kinda wished I’d documented it a bit more. There was no time. Last week I was vibrating literally for days before. Oh no. As I type this a memory of the Olympics -After-Math coming back. The Crash. Moving on.
My tools. I only use Joby tripods, and I invent best with a Sharpie.
That’s my new favourite author, Greg Rucka. One more book after that and it’s over, you know the feeling.
Travel socks.
Aaaaaand landed.Game ON.
(those eyes haven’t slept for 50 hours. Made it to 63 before I fell on my face).
Ahahahhaha get it? Looks like I could be anywhere! That’s funny.
Kay whatever, it was very funny to me at the time.
That went everywhere with me, every day all day.
That’s where this blog post came from. I’m holed up in a bar in Vegas drinking Coke.
See how I positioned myself so you can’t read my screen from behind?
Security is the little things, remember that.
