im about to do a few things that i dont like doing very much. im going to pack my clothes. im going to get in an airplane. im going to leave hollywood. im going to get out of the house. im not going to blog all the time. im not going to have my tivo. im not going to have my many mansions. im not going to be able to call a wide variety of xgirlfriends and beg them to come over to keep me company. im not going to be able to check in on my fantasy teams.
a long time a go i wrote a proposal to a company to let me travel around the country and represent them. a job i did right out of college for philips/magnavox, webtv, and microsoft, except this would be on a bigger scale for a smaller company. they said yes and i was happy and nervous, then they said no and i was sad and relieved.
the crazy thing is i love being in other lands and i love other people and i love other foods and musics and girlies and customs and television programs but i have a hard time getting out and actually doing it. it takes something as simple as a warm invitation and a group of people who i respect, and a thousand bands including my favorite, tsar.
my most recent x is generously driving me to the airport very soon and i will miss her deeply, and if she allowed me to photograph her i would take a picture and put it here but instead i will be forced to present to you this photograph of my college girlfriend jeanine smoking and drinking on a tuesday night. beautifully.
even though my camera is still in the shop, i plan on taking pictures of austin. im not sure how i will do it, i will buy a new camera if i have to, but someone needs to archive the inside of my hotel room besides the throngs of camgirls who will no doubt find their way to my hottub and slip in and eventually blackmail me.
through the wonders of buzznet i will update this page electronically. mc brown, by the way will be in the house. he called me last night from a loud gathering wondering if i was in austin and i laughed. the deal is at 10:30a i will probably be there an hour earlier and run to the hills like iron maiden as quickly as i can.
a very nice reader offered to be my austin concierge. he emailed me his cell phone number and invited to show me around town and be at my beck and call. thats hospitality my friends. dont expect that when you come to los angeles. not from me at least. and its not because i dont love you. i do. its just because as marilyn manson said, im a black rainbow. but at least im rolling the stone from my cave door for this week.
my good pal sonny i. lavista will be housesitting in my stead. its funny how easy it is to find a housesitter these days when you have every directv channel and xxxflix and dsl and parking. it makes me wonder if i should charge him.
party at the convention hall monday at 11:30a
party at the hard rock on st pattys with tsar