Funk yeah Socal

So of course awesome trip was awesome. Some of the finer points:

The Richard Nixon Presidential Library. Fuck yeah history! We saw a piece of the berlin wall, and I got my picture taken next to it, even though I really really shouldn't have. Damn flash. Even better: I got a picture of a sign that says "Please Do Not Touch the Berlin Wall." Heh heh. Yeeeah. I also learned that I am about as tall as Winston Churchill. He had a little bit on me for that bowler though. There was a lady watching us so I didn't hug it.

Fullerton Arboretum. Trees! Lotsa them. Well, for the area. The best was the desert part of the arboretum though. So many enormous cacti (gotta love them succulants) and there was a burrow of adorable little rabbits that populated the cactus garden, so they were running all over the place. SO FUKKEN CUTE.

Jewish District of Los Angeles. First we went to Amoeba, which was rad (i now have a flogging molly picture disk. Eeee!) then tried walking to this one famous Jewish deli because kah-wang-guh was supposed to be like two streets from Fairfax. I want to put all of the LA population into a directional training course. "Dear L.A. If the location is in nevada, it is not TWO BLOCKS AWAY." Forget that, though. Jenn found this awesome teeny tiny bookstore across from the deli that had pretty much everything McSweeny's put out, as well as a pretty durn near complete line of Fantagraphics press (Jenn got Buddy Does Seattle written in the mid ninties and is calling it research. I fully approve) and a collection of Chabon essays that I did not realize existed. Yes I paid full price. Proceeds go to 826 which is my favorite charity. Woot! And the three part dust jacket was drawn by a guy who actually lives above the bookshop I was in! Superneat. He wasn't in or I'd have pestered him to sign it and then we'd drive to berkley to stalk Mr. Chabon until he signed it and let me brush his hair. Heh heh... he's so dreamy.

That was wierd.

Frankensons. Massive collectable place where I found five seasons of daria plus two movies for forty bucks. Unfortunately there was no Pete and Pete season three there, but I did get their card and they deliver all of your favorite childhood shows that no one will ever care to reproduce, and even those you don't care to reproduce. Can we say Maxx Hedroom?! Yes we can!

And and and... well of course getting to spend the week with Jenn. Damn I love that girl. Saying good bye was so hard. And totally gay. Like... really gay. I'm gonna miss her. I think I'll have to start planning the Alaska trip so as not to get all depressed and such.

Clubs I wish really existed so that I may join them:

Future Corpses of America.
-- It'd be totally all inclusive! Everybody's a member! Cept those damn Canadians (who in the immortal words of Margarat Mahy "are really just Americans with no Disneyland")


The League of the Golden Key
-- The logo is rad, and I'd get to hang out with Brian K. Vaughn and Michael Chabon *he's so dreamy. Sure, being a hero to all who "toil in the chains of tyrrany" would be great, but I'd be all about hangin out at the clubhouse under the temple theater.


The Historical Preenactment Society
-- I want this to exist so bad I've actually considered starting one. I could write some preenactment scrpits! Maybe scrounge up some foam swords... Come on guys, who doesn't want to preenact the historical Primate Robot moon battles of 2318? We could even do an 80's version of the future and take over wright park Mad Max style. Bring your own deadly boomerangs!

Idjits

So Erik and i went for pizza today and had the misfortune of sitting next to a table of super stupid teenage girls (one looked like George from Dead Like Me so I hoped they'd be cool... they weren't).

They were loud but I can usually ignore that, but then Erik pointed out an absolutely gorgeous mid thirties champaign colored coup (full fenders, chrome, the goddamn WORKS) and one girl said behind us "What's he pointing at" like a little snot. Okay. Then another girl said "Oh that stupid looking old fashioned car."


GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I hate people.

Listen up kids, Just because you have yet to see it on fukken Gossip Girl does not immediately equate it to "dissmissable." In fact, near abouts every god damn time, the opposite is true.


Why!? Why hast the youth forsaken its potential!?




In other news I cut mah hair. I feel like Carol Brady.

Doppelgangers

Have you ever heard how in German lore you'll see your own doppelganger shortly before you die?

I have a doppelganger in Tacoma. She drives a moss green and tan VW beetle. 70's vintage, possibly a super, but I've never been close enough to tell. Other people have seen her, and she's even come into the bookstore, but I was on lunch at the time. Possibly I dodged a bullet. Erik's even delivered pizza to her house and once I followed her car a little ways, but I never saw her face.

I've been asked if I have a sister with a volkswagen a couple times.



I don't honestly believe that if I see her I'm going to bite it, but it is something fun to think about. It could be that I'm actually her doppelganger, and I'm just her death waiting around until the time I've got to harbing. Or maybe we doppel eachother and the second we see eachother face to face, we will blink out of existance.

I hope not though. Who would take care of her radmobile?


I wonder if maybe she is out there blogging about the doppel in the 89 subaru...









things I like:
witch hazel trees that turn bright shocking red in the fall

things I don't particularly enjoy quite so much:
waiting for vacation time.

Hells yes science.