Burning Man is in 4 days.

Fuck yeah.

-D

Dear god my feet hurt.

I just worked a nice eight hours. Tonight I was washing der dishes. There's no rubber mat for the floor by the dish pit any more, so my feet are sore something fierce.

I started serving. It is rockin'. I like making coffee drinks, and I'm good at it (imagine that)! I make some sweet cappuccino foam and I can now make mochas to my liking. No more telling someone else to do it and having them fuck it up terribly. Hoorah! I should have learned to make espresso drinks sooner. Fawk.

The sun has been shining nicely in Portland, Oregon. My window is open, it's 3:45 AM, I have no shirt on, and I'm not cold. It's so nice. I can deal with the clouds and rain for six months because I just know that the spring and summer will be beautiful. Maybe I'll get some shit done this summer too. I could spend more time making shirts like I've been meaning to. I could actually make this comic that I've been planning out for months now. I could save my money.

Naw.

I'd rather spend that money on sweet beer.

-D

So, here I am in Ashland for the holidays. It feels weird for me. I keep seeing people who I saw two years ago still doing what they were doing two years ago. I've seen a grip of good friends and had time to hang out with all of them. I saw some good folks last night and we all kicked it. We had a gay old time. And I mean like the olde-timey "gay," not four men having sex "gay."

Thanksgiving is fucking awesome and I can't wait to put turkey down my food hole and relish in the comatose resulting from it.

Apparently there are more people coming to town for this holiday of holidays. I want to see so many more people than I thought that I would have wanted to see. This might actually be a very worthwhile trip to Ashland.

I hope you all have excellent Thanksgivings.

-D

So, a couple nights ago, I went and saw Snakes on a Plane at the Bagdad (It was three bucks and I got to have a beer, so blow me.). The movie was great, there was a lot of blood, snakes, and Samuel Jackson shouting at his bumbling, white partner. I missed the sex scene where snakes bite some chick's boob and some guy's wang, which is highly disappointing.

But, let me ask you a hypothetical question: If you were a kickboxer on a plane with Samuel Jackson and some angry snakes, would you A) do nothing like a bitch or B) kick some snake ass? Cause there were two kickboxers on that plane and they did absolutely fucking nothing.

I would destroy some snakes if I were a kickboxer... on a plane... with Samuel Jackson and angry snakes.

-D

Tonight is the SGPDX burlesque show and I'm not going. Reason being that I was going to go only if a friend went with me. Everyone is either busy tonight or just too damned poor. Damn you poor and busy friends! Damn you all! I was going to drink beer and see the Suicide Girls shake their groove thangs! DAMN YOU!!!

Oh well... There's always crying into my pillow to look forward to.

-D