Name Plate Meets Marcus' Arabian Counterpart.

The name plate got a little hot while patrolling the streets so it took a temp job filling space on the desk of an Iraqi's desk at the local police station. While there, the sign learned that "Povinelli" in Arabic means "person of many hand movements." The plaque enjoyed the nice laminate desktop and stains of English tea, thought the sent of hookah smoke and unbathed Iraqi police men was a bit much.

To deal with the tough office conditions, the plaque decided to make the rounds with an armed Iraqi escort. Here you can see the name plate being presented to a group of police men. Below is a plate put up on the wall in honor of the name plaque. The actual translation is classified.

Plaque in Iraq!

Well now listen here, the name plate has reported in and given us now declassified pictures from its top secret mission into the depths of Iraq. It seems the plate has been very busy meeting on road patrol with our men in uniform. On a serious note, let's take a moment recognize our nation's birthday which is just a few days away and the sacrifice the men and women in our armed services give us everyday so we can enjoy the safety and liberties we sometimes take for granted back here in the United States of America. This weekend thank a veteran.

The Iraqis were very friendly to the Marcus Povinelli name plate. Pictured here we see the name plate coming up to a local Seven Eleven, run by a white guy from Iowa who talks funny and none of the neighbors can understand but they all agree he charges way too much for blank cassette tapes. Really, they're so expensive you might as well as skip the time it takes to dubb and just buy that recently released Michael Jackson Thriller album.


Apparently the temperature is so high in the summer months in the Cradle of Civilization that the plaque took some time to chill out below a tree planted by Saddam Hussein as a young boy. His dream was to become a landscape architect but those ambitions where squashed by his father who demanded little Saddam learn to herd sheep and someday become a mad dictator.

Back out on patrol in the streets of a nameless Iraqi city.



The plaque's complained about the swamp-ass hot heat melting its adhesive so it ended up spending the remainder of its deployment in the Command HQ, keeping watch over its post with a fancy looking American made sub-machine gun. This is one piece of office equipment you don't want to bring out into a field and beat.

We are unsure when the next time will be that the plaque reports back in for a blog update. When it gets back from its mecca to the holy land we will be sure to up date you.

The International Debut

Well our reports say that after a few crazy flights to shake off any possible trackers, and a short lay over in Kuwait, the name plaque has landed safely in Northern Iraq! That's about 8,500 miles from the sunny Las Vegas Strip, and probably a few degrees warmer.

What Happens in Vegas...

Yes, its been a while since the last post, but the plaque is doing great! Its all refreshed from a trip to Vegas it took back in November of 2008.

There's no actual pictures of what the plaque did while there, but its safe to say there's a couple hotel room number plates that are hanging a little loose.

Next stop: Iraq.

Attach from the Halloween Hound!

'gast! What is the plaque doing visiting this fella?!

November Rally: Plaque Comes Out In Support of Zeldin for Congress!

Shirley, New York - The name plaque of Marcus Povinelli make a quick stop in to see how its owner was making out on the Zeldin for Congress campaign earlier this month. The plaque stopped for a photo op with a Zeldin bumper sticker while there and shared stories of its 1,000 mile plus campaign to meet other name plates across the land.

The meeting took place just before the end of the campaign, making this post a bit dated, but when you're as busy as this name plaque, that happens from time to time. While in Shirley, the name plaque also had the chance to visit its owner's desk, bringing back a brief feeling of homesickness for our traveling friend, but nevertheless, it kept pushing on. Where to next? Only the plaque really knows.

Life's a Beach for this Plaque

After a brief layover in Newark, it wasn't long before the name plaque found its way to the beaches of Nantucket. Ah yes, the oldest of America's tourist traps was hosting the plaque for a few days. It wasn't before long that the plaque found its way to Siasconset Beach; for those that don't know its one of the nicer, harder to get to beaches of the island, where mostly rich yuppies own a home. So, the plaque invaded this space!
The plaque made many stops along the way, including to John Kerry's house on the island (not pictured). But it couldn't help but stop and admire the ocean view, which some say is way better than anything those fancy-smancy Long Islanders claim to have.