January 2010
3 posts
But I am White...
I’ve recently registered for membership at a local gym—a rather swanky, incense scented local gym—so in order to get my card, I hate to have a portrait taken. No problem. I headed down to the local photosweatshop, a store that takes and airbrushes mostly wedding pictures on maybe twnety computers they keep humming in a dark room. The workers can use the magnetic lasso tool like...
“Yeah, Matt Dillon is a nice guy, but he always wants to eat. You’ll be...”
– The wisdom of Snowy, who owns a bar on the far side of the river and helped manage the production for “City of Ghosts,” a Dillon movie I haven’t seen that is almost definitely better than crash.
George Bailey Goes for a Dip
I’ve been remiss in my posting (if remiss is a term applicable to self-centered blogging to an audience of, lets say, 8) and I apologize. The internet at my house went out for a few weeks and I wasn’t going to blog at the office, so I was left in the horrible predicament of being unable to tumbl anything at all. I thought I might disappear if I did’t update my every emotion...