Crepe master

I suppose breakfast barbecue season is coming to an end.

That's ok. We recently learned that Matt is a crepe master.

Maybe different breakfasts require different distributions of labor.

There was definitely more team involvement in today's crepe-fest.

Delicious team involvement.

Did I mention that Matt is the Crepe Master. I think he said he had seen them made on the food channel this one time.

I threw coffee grounds in the yard not really thinking that the dog might eat them and get sick.

Of course she tried to eat them.

This is my punishment for, accidentally, trying to kill the dog.

You can only be so sorry...

This photo just shows the mess, not the six plus bottles of champagne (style beverage).

Did I mention that Matt is the Crepe Master?

Still Funtastic

This garden won the blue ribbon in the weird garden decoration competition.

This looks more like a small child than a wicked witch, assuming that was the intent.

We see this guy at every concert in Roseburg.

He is a powerful dancer.

Lexi, Katherine and Megan are also quality dancers. Especially when it comes to the Hippie Dance.

This was specially bred rooster, it is half chicken and half Australian Thorny Devil.

And these are specially bred fighting pigs. Look at them go!

This is Bad Company. They are very old.

This is the metal band that was playing simultaneously.

Here I am rocking out to the metal while eating fried dough.

Much like last years fair, we debated which ride to go on and eventually decided that the price and the risk of the rides sucking made it a recipe for disappointment.

Fair game

Today is the one year anniversary of My Awesome Camera. Maybe I should have a party, you are all invited. Please bring balloons. I am pretty far behind in my postings, but, the way that time works...it will be impossible to ever catch up...what to do.

Maggie, David & I took the shuttle bus to the Douglas County Fair.

We saw Lupita, Anna and Megan running to catch the bus. Lupita had been promoting an anti-fair campaign for several weeks, so it was a bit surprising that she had ultimately decided to attend. p.s. they missed the shuttle bus.

Slightly lower than the frame of this picture was the line of cars waiting to get into the fair. This particular day had the largest turn out in the Douglas County Fairs history.

The large turnout was obviously because of Poison!

As has been mentioned previously; Poison had come to "melt our fucking faces!"

Bret Michaels told the audience how they (Poison) had been waiting 20 years to play "here". Did he mean in Roseburg?

Bret Michaels was elevated to the the stage through a trap door thingie.

Here I am feeling the power of Poison.

C.C. DeVille preformed one of his own songs titled "I Hate Every Bone in Your Body, Except Mine."

Poison was on tour, promoting a new album of covers. The new album is appropriately titled Poisoned.

I just looked at the track listings for Poisoned* (*not actually how it's spelled on the album), if you buy your copy at Wal-Mart; it comes with a bonus track...SexyBack. As if there was a way to make that song worse.

I guess my awesome camera was not quick enough to catch the flaming explosions on either side of the stage.

Poison told us all to wave our arms for the camera. I felt so dirty

The projection on stage behind Poison on stage was footage from old stag films. This has prompted quite the discussion in the local news paper.

Word on the street is that an official apology from Poison is forthcoming.

We eventually got bored of the pornography and Poisons musical butchery.

Megan told, all that would listen, about how offended she may or may not have been about the bare breasted women being projected on stage.

For more wholesome entertainment we decided to visit the cock fights.

This one might be a pigeon fight.

This may be some sort of hybrid animal (fight).

I still really wish I could have chickens at my apartment. There are some chickens, I've seen, who live in downtown Roseburg, they just kind of wander around. Maybe I will borrow one.

I think this will be my next album cover.

While we were checking out the chickens an such; we could here Poison playing...I don't remember now. It was one of their two hits that wasn't Every Rose Has it's Thorn, so it was the other one.

While waiting in the beer line, we could here Poison playing Every Rose Has it's Thorn. The audience was a pretty mixed bag, so about half of them were holding up lighters, while the other half held up their cell phones.

While waiting for Megan to come back from getting fried dough or fried bread or something like that, Lupita informed me that I am a jerk and that she has started calling me Fratie McFratington. I apologized and tried to give her a hug, she said she didn't want a hug because she doesn't like being touched, I told her she was creepy.

There was a teen area where a teen in a red wrestling mask was break dancing, quite possibly to SexyBack.

Lupita wanted us to all go on the ferris wheel. We all said that if we were going on a ride it should be one that is fun, not one that will give us a view of the I-5 freeway and the fairgrounds parking lot.

The company that provided the rides, concessions, carnies, etc, was called Funtastic! Awesome.

I had a corn dog for dinner. Also awesome.

Megan got cotton candy. I consumed more than my fair share.

This was the Fun House. I'm not exactly sure what goes on in a fun house or how it differs from a "spook house".

The Funtastic Corporation had a sign saying that they needed carnies. I almost thought about leaving my job as a volunteer for America to go work for the carnival.

This was a photograph of a family standing in front of a John Dear banner. The carnie running this photo booth thing came out when he saw me taking pictures of his "merch", he looked very angry.

We walked around and made fun of Lupita's inability to go on "scary" rides.

In the end, we didn't actually go on any rides.

While we waited in line to catch our shuttle bus home, Ellis ran by, skipped the line, and jumped on the bus. We all booed him. He didn't seem to notice.