Two days ago, I was texting Tess at a show to see if she knew any good jokes I could tell on stage. She told me this:

"No, but today when I was in math class I was eating Skittles and when Miss Shafeigh asked what I was doing I told her I was tasting the rainbow. She got mad."

Wise beyond her years, this one.

Found on Sunset by the underground rape tunnel.

Found either in Toronto or Los Angeles. Just to sound more well-traveled, I'm going to say Toronto. Just kidding! I've never even been to Toronto. That's for lames. But really, I probably found it in Toronto because I was there this past week. No kidding. In fact, I specifically remember finding this in Toronto.

BFFssssszzzzz

hairnet + glove = janatorial fiesta time!

Two Hands Are Better Than One

It's such a wonderful surprise to find one glove, but to then find its match...well that's just like finding a new bike under the tree on Christmas morning.



Found these two on that bridge on Sunset that goes over Silverlake Blvd. Near the Silverlake Lounge maybe? Yes, I think so.

The one I took later that day of days:

Taken on the 5 freeway where it meets the 101. Most gloves become flat after sitting on the freeway for who knows how long. This glove is exceptional.

Why do they come to me to die?

This glove reminds me of gorillas. Gorillas remind me of my sister Tess (she actually prefers Terri or Resa). When Tess was young, she used to write letters to Koko the gorilla through some animal conservation pen pal program. One day, she realized she hadn't received a letter from Koko in months. After doing some research, she learned that Koko wasn't allowed to have pen pals anymore due to the fact that she'd sexually assaulted her sign language trainers. I think Tess really had to grow up that day. Damn you, Koko, sexual deviant and robber of youthful innocence!

Photo taken bravely by Victor Broadley in Whittier, of all places, a week ago.

What a Stalker!

How creepy is that. Found this little gem in the staff area at Coachella in April 2007.

Also creepy: designer cats. I have a rule against posting cat pictures on my personal blogs, mainly because that is something creepy people do, but check out the link if you're interested in designer cats. Anyone who says you can't put a price tag on life is a liar and a communist. I would suggest genetically modifying yourself right now, because in about 10 years, you as a non-gm organism aren't going to be worth very much on ebay. I'm genetically modifying myself right now. It burns.