Alex McVeigh’s posterous

Apologies for using the Otis Redding gag twice, bit here we are. There's nothing better than driving a few balls into a body of water.

Hopefully it won't get caught in a whale's blowhole, as there aren't too many marine biologists here.

I love to cook with beer. Sometimes I even put it in the food.

Nothing like some stogies on a hot summer evening. It's been far too long since I've enjoyed a Cuban kiss.

Well, it took me 24 hours, but I managed to turn 180 degrees. That's enough work for today.

Ah, this is what summer is all about. Good book, sunshine on a dock.

Stay tuned for more updates, live from Ocean City, MD.

Well, it's a Saturday afternoon, I'm bored and doing laundry before I go on vacation, so you get a treat. The business card on the bottom is the first one I got when I started.

The one on the top is the one I designed when I ran out of the first one and it became apparent that no one was going to make me any more. I think mine is much better, don't you?

And yes, the name of my newspaper is the Pentagram. While we most certainly do love Satan, that's not the reason for the name. Apparently it's some play on words about the Pentagon and telegram, something like that.

You should see the looks on people's faces when I tell them the name of the paper I write for. Especially when chatting up a young lady in a bar.

The question always comes up, "So what do you do?" And I reply, "Oh, I'm a writer."

Side note: with the exception of rock star, professional athlete or doctor who performs free sugeries on poor third-world babies, there's nothing cooler to tell people what you do than a writer.

"Oh really? What to you write for?"

"Well, I write for a local newspaper, a few websites, no big deal."

"What newspaper?" It's inevitable, they always ask.

"I'm sorry, what did you say? The music is so loud in here, you wanna get out of here and talk?" This one never works.

"I said, what newspaper do you write for?"

"Oh, uh..it's called the the...the, uh...the pentagram"

"The what?"

"Uh...the Pentagram."

"Oh. I have to go wash my hair now."

Maybe one day I'll work at a paper with a better name, but until them, I'm stuck with the coolest business card on the block.

PS - Since I sent this one in straght from my phone and didn't feel like running it through Photoshop to blur the phone numbers, give me a call sometime, or send me a fax. Especially if you've got any hot leads.

It's 2:41 a.m. on a Saturday morning, and there appears to be a shopping cart sitting in the middle of this parking lot, with a rolled up fire hose in it.

I took this photo eight hours ago, and I still have yet to come up with an explanation.

The television in my office tuned to MTV, since they are showing Michael Jackson videos all day long. As much as I like the songs, the videos are very dated.

Soon after I took this, the "We Are the World" video came on. Boy the 80's was an age of unfortunate haricuts.Except for Lionel Richie, who hasn't aged a day since that was recorded, everyone else in the video (that's still alive of course) has been ravaged by the last 27 years.

Too bad about MJ though. The first CD I ever bought was HIStory, the greatest hits album he put out. Great stuff. I'd probably listen to it today, but it would make me feel like a jackass, since everyone else is probably doing the same thing.

This giant walking monstrosity is one of several presidents that roam Nationals Stadium. It is terrifying.

By the way, is it creepy that I was standing next to this guy's wife, taking a picture of her  husband while he posed with this thing? I have no idea who they are, and I'm sure they wondered who the jackass with the giant red fist was who was taking a picture.

This is how much booze I wanted to pour into my gullet after learning that the Wizards could have drafted Ricky Rubio. Instead, they have Mike Miller and Randy Foye. Woo.......uh...hoo?