Froth Slosh B'Gosh

Irish Brigade, NY Regiments Monument

I'm not a terribly good or skilled photographer, but sometimes, a picture works the way I want it to.  I was trying to capture the setting sun shining through the top of the Celtic cross that surmounts the Irish Brigade monument, and I got it!  Unfortunately, the picture is marred by a couple of artifacts (the faint red dots near the bottom and to the left, gullible people would call these "orbs" and point to them as "proof" of paranormal activity however I know they're just a result of some slight imperfections with my cheap, pocket digital) but with a little manipulation in Photoshop, I'm positive I can crop them out.

The Frothling Sees The Wiggles

We went to Hershey last week to see the show, so we made a stop at Chocolate World.

I have a sneaking suspicion that the Frothling was standing next to Mr. Hankey's cousin.

When was the last time you saw a motel room key that was an actual key??  Lodging was tight as it was the middle of the tourist season, and this motel's rooms were small and threadbare, but the room was clean, relativly inexpensive, and the staff was quite friendly.

The show was at the Hershey Theatre.  Before things got started, there were videos shown on a screen over the stage.  The Frothling thought that WAS the show, and she was perfectly happy.  Then the lights went down, the Ringmaster came out onto stage, aaaaannnnnnddddd.....

The Wiggles drove out in The Big Red Car.  The Frothling's eyes got as wide as saucers, her jaw dropped, and she turned to me and exclaimed, "Its the Wiggles Daddy!  Its really THEM!"

The crowd was well behaved, the show only marred when a mob of toddlers rushed the stage, tore off their pullups and threw them, with their room keys attached, at Anthony.  Luckily for me, The Frothling was able to restrain herself. 

Wiggling!

I brought my Nikon Coolpix, and it was very tough to get decent pictures in a darkened theatre with it.  In hindsight, I should have brought my D50.  Highlight of the night for The Frothling was when she got to meet Jeff and shake his hand.  He's her favorite Wiggle because "he always is asleep."  Unfortunatly, I did not get a picture of the moment. 

Security Theatre

When the HELL is someone, anyone,  going to rein in the TSA???

 "It made no sense. Why would an 18-month-old child be on a no-fly list?"

Riyanna's parents, who asked not to be identified, said they think they know the answer to that question. They believe they were profiled because they are both of Middle Eastern descent. Riyanna's mother wears a hijab, a traditional head scarf. That's why they have asked to remain anonymous. They said they're concerned about repurcussions. That said, they are both Americans, born and raised in New Jersey, just like their daughter.

Riyanna's parents said once they were taken off the plane, they were met by TSA agents and made to stand in the terminal for about 30 minutes.

"We were put on display like a circus act because my wife wears a hijab," Riyanna's father said.

Pastries Of Terror!

The TSA is just ridiculous.

 A Massachusetts woman's cupcake sparked a potential security threat when she tried to board a plane.

Rebecca Hains said she was going through security at the airport in Las Vegas when a TSA agent pulled her aside and said the cupcake frosting was "gel-like" enough to constitute a security risk.

This has been another episode of "Security Theatre."