Laptop, Netflix account…ample helping of Chinese cuisine.

Master Alex Landeen.
MG signing off (because the party’s almost over, and yet it’s just getting started)
Laptop, Netflix account…ample helping of Chinese cuisine.

Master Alex Landeen.
MG signing off (because the party’s almost over, and yet it’s just getting started)
Special delivery from General Alexander Landeen:

The patch reminded me of another warrior of the fly, Admiral Jean-Paul Lipton. He earned his fifth star, recognition as an Idylwilde Flies Signature Tier…

To each I salute.
MG signing off (to wear the hat, and fish the flies)
The title-ized statement would be true in the vast majority of cases, if only because most people that visit New Orleans, LA don’t recollect what actually happened upon return.
But…if you’ve cajoled Lensmaster Alex Landeen into shadowing your every move, there’s a solid that the rule is getting thrown out with the bathwater.
MG signing off (’cause there’s a plane to catch)
Fly-fishing for carp in Colorado isn’t all fun and games. Ok, maybe it is. But it’s got absolutely nothing to do with clear mountain streams.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Ok, maybe there is.

The behind the scenes story and photos compliments of Mr. Alex Landeen.
MG signing off (to resume my beauty sleep)
Hollywood has run out of ideas, so fly-fishing compadres are picking up the slack. As if competing against a bunch of gangsters during Carp Slam wasn’t enough, I am now forced to contend with bonafide monsters overtaking my humble abode just a few short weeks from now.
It’s a clash that is sure to wow theoretical physicists, the paparazzi, and dogs and cats alike:

…versus Smithzilla.
I thought about buying a catastrophic insurance policy, but instead I’m just taking bets on who gets the sofa.
MG signing off (because the house is supposed to always win, although in this case it’s questionable)
I thought I was dreaming so I pinched myself. Alex Landeen, professional photographer and Fat Guy Fly Fisherman extraordinaire has started a new blog about the fine art of recording radiation on sensitive mediums, and telling the story in literary form too:
I didn’t know this man, and he didn’t know me but as I stood in this place with the playful wind and soft orange end-of-day light I felt closer to something I couldn’t quite touch.Who was Larry Titus? Who are his grilling, drinking, party friends? Has he finally found some gas?
I will probably never know, so I took a photo instead.
I don’t know Larry either, but I do know Landeen (and have the bar tab receipts to prove it). And while there are plenty of photography blogs out there, I also know that when the words professional and photography are used around Alex’s name, they really should be spelled with capital Ps. He’s just that good. You can see more of his work here.
MG signing off (excited that he’s about to get more photo tips from Alex without having to buy him any beer)
Read the whole shebang at Fat Guy Fly Fishing (when Alex gets around to it).
UPDATED: Alex is nowhere near as lazy as I thought!
The next couple of weeks are going to be fun…
Adieu.
Alex Landeen (a.k.a. Fat Guy Alex) is coming into town, supposedly to fly fish. He’s depicted the first few moments after stepping into my abode in cartoon:
Fat Guy Kyle is right down the street (like an hour’s drive, but who’s counting steps), meaning 2/3rds of the Fat Guy Fly Fishing contingent, plus about 3/4ths of a fat guy (me) will be in the same place at the same time.
Will those rods Landeen is toting in get tested, or broken? Will he drink all my beer? Will we team up to give Kyle a wedgie? Will it be an idyllic fly fishing experience, or extraordinary mayhem?
Stay tuned.