We missed the Calgary show of Weird Al's first Straight Outta Lynwood tour last summer because of Comic-Con. Lisa and I headed down to Lethbridge to catch it there, but Kyle couldn't fit it into his schedule.

But this summer he's touring again, so he got his chance. And we'll certainly see an Al concert twice! I've only been to five of them.

Kyle and I wore our White & Nerdy hoodies, as lots of other people did, so that made it only the second goofiest thing we've ever worn to an Al concert.

The e-mail acknowledgement of my ticket purchase didn't say anything about not bringing cameras, so I brought my beat-up, five-year-old A70. It's got stuck pixels and it doesn't focus very well anymore and it gets uncomfortably warm. By the same token, I wouldn't have been especially heartbroken to have it confiscated, something Lisa and Kyle wouldn't risk with their much better, newer, and more difficult to conceal cameras. Nobody said boo to me about my camera, even when Al was right next to us; apparently they hassled Tony about his, though.

At the end of the concert, a girl asked for copies of my pictures, assuming I'd gotten good ones. I took about 200 of them, so here is where you can see the ones where the camera didn't get (as) confused by the floodlights. So here you go, curious girl who also turned out to be the first stranger to ask about my iPhone!

	Love Torpedo Didn't manage to catch a shot of the crotch-thrust that followed swiftly after this.
	Roadie! Roadie! Roadie! Waits angrily for his cue.
	The Saga Brings It Down For A Minute That's Tony again. "TELL me you got that shot," Kyle whispered. "I took three of them," I told him. I doubt Tony would have forgiven me for missing this shot.
	Yoda Al and Steve West kick it back up a bit. Jon Schwartz is vaguely visible in the back there.
	Sing Distinctly? We Don't Wanna. Every other time, when the eye-level floodlights were on, the shot didn't work. This is the only one that did.
	Gargle Bardle Zouss Know what happens when you're sitting in the sixth row? Yeah.
	Ho! "Steve, you're uh, receding a bit there, big guy." "Well, at least I've kept my figure!"
	Can You Make It Out To eBay? Little e, Big B... We lurked around the stage with Tony a bit after the concert, and I got Steve to sign my CD booklet. In the lobby, Lisa found Kyle a backstage pass, and he headed back there to get the rest of the band's autographs on my booklet and his ticket. Except Bermuda. Poor Bermuda. (My Running With Scissors CD is signed, too.)