While I do not go on all that many adventures now that I am a Californian once more (the state is too long! My car is tiny! Gas is $4+ a gallon!), I was quite the East Coast girl-about-town, once upon a time.

And now my iPhone will tell you all about it, in captioned dot-maps.

“Oh, so that’s where that $300 charge for international data came from. (That, and Dan Moren wouldn’t shut up about Sherlock.)”

 

“You want internet? Well, are you in Northern Maine? Sucker.”

“Tweet a little, drive a little… Aw, what the heck, I’ll do both at once! What could possibly go wro—COMETS?! COMETS!”

“I didn’t know seeing Scott Pilgrim would make Boston explode, honest.”

And, from my most recent LA trip:

“Central California: Or, as I like to call it, ‘Time to Check My RSS Feeds While Driving Because No One Cares.’”

“The things I see in Los Angeles are so absurd I have to write about them. Publicly. On the internet. And often.”