I deny having sex with Tiger Woods

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And I wish people would just stop talking about him. I know I've stopped. Although it does seem like Tigers wife is not the only woman who has been swinging Tigers 1-iron.

There is a commentary in the USA Today blasting the media for talking about Tigers personal life and then Brett Haber goes on and on and on explaining what exactly the rumors are and how we should not care and should not read all the media frenzy. Then for the next 6 inches of text he explains that what the media is doing is stalking but then he mentions infidelity a few more times and I'm sure if he had space he would have more photos of the woman Tiger did not have sex with.

Let it go. Tiger is a bad driver, that's all. move on.

BTW - I believe we should ban all of Carrie Underwood music as it seems people are copy catting the lyrics.





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So my assignment last night was a glamor shot of the Club Le Mark. Now if you are familiar with the Club Le Mark it is not the most wonderful bar to look at but that is why I was hired (I guess . . . or it was some evil trick).

Here is the before photo. What it looks like when you drive past the place.

And I have to say that I don't think any of the patrons that go to that bar read this blog so I'm assuming I'm safe.

So I arrive at the place and am walking around looking for great angles and so forth and find a few (2). The sun is setting and I set up my camera outside and am waiting for the perfect moments. Of course having a guy with a tripoded camera pointing at the front door seems to be calling some attention to me and I'm getting "looks".

I'm snapping here and there and notice that there is a full moon rising behind the bar, so I run to the car to get my big manly lens and realize that I will be way to close for photos. I must get to the other side of Hwy51. So in a squirrel-like manner I'm scampering across the 7 lanes of Highway and once I get to the other side I see that I must have been caught in a cement riptide as I'm about a half a block further north.

I also notice that the moon seems to be speeding up is ascent into the heavens and I have to scamper back to get both the moon and the Club in one shot. Too late.

Back across the road I run but this time more cat-like as I just shut my eyes and bolted. I don't want to leave you in suspense, I lived!

But while I'm licking my toes like a worried dog after my bolt the bartender comes out and wants to speak to me. OH OH!!

She is smiling though and tells me the owner will be arriving soon and she hopes I have a cover story. I inform her I have been thinking of that for 45 minutes and . . . have been drawing a blank.

At the point I decide maybe a beer might help my brain find a cover. So I enter and there are a few bikers and worker construction people and they all smile BECAUSE THEY ARE IN ON THIS!!

I look at the beer, Miller, Miller Lite, Bud, Bud Light . . . . and Stella Artois (a Euro Pale Ale). I order a Stella and it's not too bad, way way better then the other choices.

I'm drinking and talking with people and one guy really likes my setup and all is good. The sun is setting and the light is looking nice so I go outside again and take more photos when I see someone walking across the parking lot . . . . with purpose.

He approaches in a very menacing way and . . demands to know just what the hell I'm doing. I introduce myself, give him a card and say that I'm just working on a small bar project and am harmless** but he's not really buying it but I mention I have a friend that comes here and works just across the road and I mention his name and he relaxes and a little while later he walks inside.

WHEW!!! Man - I was having visions of him standing on my neck demanding. .whatever.

Oddly, HE looks like Ron Swanson from Parks and Recreation, but in a very NASCAR way.

I get more shots but feel I have to go in to show him I'm on the up and up so I order another Stella and blend with my new friends. The place is getting busy because of a big $2200 giveaway and I'm talking to the DJ and am about to leave when I see an entirely different set of taps.

This one has Guinness, and Lake Louie and Ale Asylum and a few others I can't focus on. WELL, I can't just leave without buying a real beer so I order up an Ambergedden from Ale Asylum, the best Brewery in Wisconsin. The bartender is pouring one and I'm thinking this is the first one she has poured for a week (or EVER) as it's nothing but foam.

So now I'm drinking again and smacking my biker buddies on the ass and laughing and flirting with the jukebox having a good ol' time. I take some inside shots and a few guys laugh and say they hope I make it out of the bar alive and I laugh and say yea me too and decide that is enough photos for one night!

I have not had a chance to look at or work on all the photos but here is the first one.

Hey - It's an improvement.

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On this date in 1777 Lydia Darragh, a nurse in British occupied Philadelphia overheard British General William Howe discussing plans on a surprised attack on General Washington. Using a cover story that she needed to buy flour from a nearby mill just outside the British line, Darragh passed the information to American Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Craig the following day.

Her daring probably saved Washington's life.

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I see Barbra Walters has announced her most fascinating people of 2009, one is Lady Gaga and one is Adam Lambert. Aren't they the same? Sarah Palin and Brett Favre are also on the list.

Have a great Wednesday and stay warm.

Rod