Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

Probably the best souvenir I brought home from New Orleans last week was this year’s new Harry Lee magnet. I’ve been collecting one a year for the last four years. He’s the sheriff of Jefferson Parish and this fridge magnet PR master stroke is what he’s been giving out at Mardi Gras (I think from the horse he rides in parades). The synergy of Harry Lee branding is that, like Sprite ReMix, the flavor’s always changing. I was told that this year’s magnet reflects his new trim figure due to a stomach stapling surgery. I tried to find out more about the history of these items, but all I could find out was that he uses campaign contributions to pay for these likenesses. I wish I had magnets instead of pictures of my friends.

This brings me to the Dallas airport. On Sunday morning, I had a layover there on my way back to Portland. I couldn’t find any place to buy coffee between terminals, so I started walking around, somewhat nervously looking for a strong cup of coffee before I got back on the plane for four hours. I was willing to settle for a Starbucks. But I walked around enough that I was seeing the same crappy fast food stores and pretzel stands repeating themselves. What’s up with the Dallas airport?!? No coffee anywhere! Not even a Brookstone or a Hudson News. You are certainly a stain on Texas. But I did find a nightmarish and baffling store called ‘Magneticism’. The whole place was like this (above): walls encrusted with hundreds of little furry doggy heads.

I kinda half-heartedly looked for one that resembled Jenny’s dog, Oliver, but the whole endeavor was creeping me out too much. Plus they were like $9 a pop.

One last time: no coffee at all, but you can buy this.

What does this mean?

And is it just me or does the new Blogger interface suck?