Some more happenings and observations

If you ever stay in the Daisy Hotel in Tacoma, Washington, wear a nun outfit or something or the sketchy guy who runs it will talk about and demonstrate the free porn the hotel has to offer for fifteen minutes. He's an overweight, hairy, SKETCHY AS HELL indian guy who will then knock on the door a full half hour before check out time and demand you leave.

At said hotel, there are also no locks on the door. I worked around this by not bothering to do anything about the door but having a loaded gun within five inches of my hand all night.

The bathroom smelled like rape. I didn't even know I knew what that smelled like until I tried to take a shower. The bedroom smelled like hashish and semi-consensual sex.

The drive to and from Tacoma is boring and a bitch. I went 80-85 most of the way back and exceeded the reading ability of my speedometer twenty-nine times.

One of the things I loathe more then anything is when someone tries to quote a stand up comedian, because I know of maybe three people I've ever met who can do that and actually make me laugh. Usually it's quoted incorrectly and then delivered with that laugh-craving, needy "eeh?" kind of punchline and it makes me fake-laugh uncomfortably and try to change the subject really hard. The next queer who tried to tell me this totally funny Margret Cho said one time and then incorrectly quote a quarter of one of her DVD's is getting tossed out of my car. Extra hatred is reserved for people trying to quote stand up comedians quoting other people, especially Margret Cho doing the voice of her mother. I love hearing a korean accent come out kind of german/russian and trying to understand what the fuck kind of reference you're trying to make.

I stole a sign from a Jack In The Box that offended me. It said in huge lettering "FORGETTING SOMETHING?" and then there's a giant picture of a fruit cup. I took this to read as "I THINK YOU'RE FUCKING FORGETTING TO ORDER YOUR OBLIGATORY FRUIT CUP, FUCK FACE" so I stole it and plan to modify it and apply it as a massive bumper sticker on my car. I haven't decided if I want to write "YOUR MOTHERFUCKING FRUIT CUP" or "A FRUIT CUP MOTHERFUCKER CHECK YO SELF" in sharpie on it yet, but it's going to be something motherfuckery and fruitcupy.

Still living in an art studio in which I'm not permitted to live. Someone is sewing relentlessly next door.

Did a shoot with Jonathan, not NEARLY done editing but hey.