Readers! Wife mentioned awhile back that you, the faithful readers, haven’t heard my voice in a while. It’s true. I apologize. While I work, I’m up to my ears in nerdery and I’ll have ideas that I should blog about. I then get home and realize that any idea that I’ve come up with is terribly unfunny.  So instead you get something that is definitely funny. ART! Whoo! (I mean come on! Look at my title! It’s got the word ‘fart’ in it! How can that not be funny? Yes, I am 27 and still find that hilarious. I’m still chuckling while I type)

Yes readers, Wife and I are extremely cultured. This past weekend, Wife and I decided to visit the North Carolina Museum of Art. It’s free and artsy and so we were all for it. More for the free part than the artsy part. It was great wandering around and seeing all the amazing creations that someone who’s not me has made. It really is incredible the amount of creativity people can have. Apparently all I’ve got is rhyming art with fart. I’d better keep my day job.

We both decided that our favorite piece was actually one that was commissioned for the opening of the museum. It’s called “Ramble” which is the name for a group of butterflies.  The piece is hundreds of synthetic butterflies in the shape of a fighter jet. The cool thing is that each of the butterflies is hooked up with electromagnets so if you watch it for a bit you can see the wings opening and closing.  Pretty cool. Picture doesn’t do it justice. Come see it for yourselves.

So arsty!

We had researched a restaurant in downtown Raleigh for dinner, but when we tried to find it, it escaped us. Vanished without a trace. This turned out to be very good because while looking for a replacement we stumbled upon a chalk drawing festival downtown. After looking at the amazing drawings we were heading back for a third replacement restaurant, we found the original restaurant that we were looking for! And readers let me tell you something, this place, Porter’s Tavern, is amazing. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAamazing! If you readers want to visit us but don’t want to see us at all you can just spend all your time at this place, it is that good. I’m going to name my first child, Porter’s Tavern after it  and then call him Tav for short. It could work.

Anyway readers, life is good. Miss you. You never called. Have my people call your people and we’ll do lunch.

(Hee hee hee! “Fartsy“)