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Thanks to Flicka’s mom of Gingerbread & Flicka for sending in this photo! (Which I meant to post a couple weeks ago.) I’m proud to count, among the fans of my web show, a porn star, an 11 year old (my friend’s daughter who likes the episodes featuring stuffed animals) and now a cat. And it’s not like I’ve even done much promo in the cat market, so that’s a genuine fan right there.
The Daily Alison (Day 14; Wherein my vacuum smells and Bill Clevlen arbitrarily starts pronouncing his last name differently than last time)
I mean seriously, isn’t that totally rude of him to change the way he pronounces his last name? Get more info on Bill Clevlen here: billradio.com.
Anthony Pignataro and I used to work at the OC Weekly. He always wore shorts, hence the invention of his alter ego, Tony LongPants, who wears pants. I think this amused the rest of us more than it amused Anthony, as you’ll see when I bring it up. Anthony lived in Maui for many years after Orange County and worked as the editor-in-chief of the Maui Time Weekly. He’s written a book called Remember The Technicolor Dreamboat: And Other Tales of Maui’s Misfits featuring some of those stories which you can buy here.
I briefly mentioned graffiti. This is the story I was referring to.
And here’s Anthony’s account of the Rick Dees run-in.
So I’m overdue in posting some photos. The above is a green room shot from Geraldo. It’s actually a makeup room in the green room shot. Note the wee Josh Groban behind me.
Oh and here’s the world’s ugliest red-or-is-it-green pepper. Do you see it? If I knew how to put arrows into photos I’d do that but let’s see here. If you aren’t seeing it, it’s directly to the left of the cabbage heads in the middle row. I don’t think this photo quite captures its horrifying freak of nature quality. It looked like it had a green tongue sticking out of it. And then when I went to snap a photo I’m pretty sure one of the grocery store guys took off to alert the boss in the back that there was some kind of vegetable narc on the premises. That’s fine. I’m kind of a vigilante vegetable narc. I make a citizen’s arrest of this pepper. Do not stare directly at this pepper.
And this is why late nights are confusing lately. Maybe? I don’t know. I’m too fired up about the pepper to really think about whether this is the sign that captures the confusion or not however basically it’s very easy to misread these signs (there are a few different ones) and end up standing on a platform for a train that’s never coming which isn’t a metaphor but when it happens to you it’s impossible not to feel like it’s a sign of how you’re living your life, instead of a sign about how you misread or don’t read signs, which is also a sign.
And then here’s Billy and me.
And here’s Doug Benson and me. We were totally baked in this photo except for me. Thanks to his being in town I saw two plays and a comedy show last week. Left to my own devices I might have just taken photos of atrocious vegetables.
Oh and kind of related by not entirely but kind of: I’m trying to get the word out about The Daily Alison so if you enjoy it please tell your friends and if you don’t enjoy it, please try to enjoy it. No, try harder!
The Daily Alison (day 12; wherein I quit hitting balls long enough to chat up former bandmate Tim Connelly)
Here’s today’s daily video. Could the wait be more over? H to the E to the double hockey sticks NO!
I’m posting this before the video has finished processing so give it a little while before clicking. In today’s video I not only humiliate myself as is my way, but then I talk to Matt Nathanson whom I know from college. I went to Pomona College and he went to Pitzer. Back then he had long hair and watched Northern Exposure and we used to have these long heated debates about things but for the life of me I can’t remember what they were about. I just remember a long car ride where I was driving and he was in the passenger seat and my friend Jessica was in the backseat and I think she wanted to die because of all the almost yelling. It’s weird. I’m really not like that anymore. I think Matt liked to give me a hard time about stuff though. Probably some guy that he claimed I had a crush on that I said I didn’t really have a crush on but who I actually did have a crush on. Did that make sense? I think I dragged him to see some not very good bands (in addition to good bands, if you happen to be a good band whom I dragged Matt Nathanson to see years ago).
Anyway, now he’s all famous. I remember when it happened. I went to try to see a show of his last minute unannounced (my showing up was unannounced, not his show) and I couldn’t get into the goddamn place because it was sold out. I called his ass up and he came and got me and in the course of that he was swarmed by fans. I’m sorry, I’m distracted by the woman practicing opera singing across the street. There’s a lot of trilling and warbling going on.
I think I have more to say and more to link to however I must go now. More later!
Oh and enjoy the way I forget a very common word, won’t you?