In New York! Going to see real live Disc Jockeys spin tonight! Maybe! And have Thai food, and see the Wheelies rehearse!
Maybe I die!
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In Providence. Maria is shocked at me for being unhip enough to mention that I don’t like the Strokes in a record store, but dang, man, they’re all 2002.
It was a long drive but not so long as California. I have now visited both ends of the country inside 30 days, so basically I’m the king and I get a special hat.
Searching for references a little bit ago, I google imaged for “raccoon” and noticed a really cool little character sketch near the bottom of the first page. The link turned out to be a Painter sketch directory at Tourniquet, art repository of Vera Brosgol, of whose I’ve been a big fan for years. It’s a pretty neat directory. My favorites are “couple” and “purple shirt.”
Anyway, I thought the validation of my, um, liking her art (even when I didn’t know it was hers) was neat. I actually already own an original, and I’d like very much to get her to sketch something this summer at Calicomicon.
I’m sending a packet of misdirected mail to my mother, only I don’t have a postal scale nor any way of getting to one. I judged its weight (by holding it in one hand and two sticks of butter in the other, and asking Maria’s friend Jackie to do the same) to be about 9 ozzes, which apparently costs $2.21 and thus consumed my last six stamps (= $2.22). Innovation!
Really hoping that’s enough postage now.
Incidentally, remember that one time I mentioned how weird it was that there are so many wig shops on Fourth Street? Well, VINDICATION!
Reasons not to trust astrology
“In Greek mythology, the God of War was called Aries.”
Um, no? Ares was the god of war. Aries was a legendary ram. Nice try, though, and I’m definitely going to trust anything else you say in that article.
O.J. Simpson: Pirate!