IE more evidence I need a real camera or an iPhone but you get the idea…charming, picturesque, they put me on a high floor in a room with a view because I’m VIP, etc.
IE more evidence I need a real camera or an iPhone but you get the idea…charming, picturesque, they put me on a high floor in a room with a view because I’m VIP, etc.
Ohhhh, I get it. There’s a deeper meaning, right, Crowne Plaza? The Crowne Plaza key card opens the door to your room but the Crowne Plaza brand opens the door to diversity…or at least careers for minority print models.
I am heading to Portland, Oregon to do stand-up at Helium Comedy Club. I can’t wait to see this Emerald City of the Northwest. I hear wonderful things about the Pinot Noir, local brews and people on bikes. And hippies. Lots and lots of hippies. Per my usual, I’d promise to take pictures but I don’t own a camera or document my life other than the grainy Blackberry photos I post on this here blog. Here is one I found online for your viewing pleasure. Just picture my redhead amidst these city lights:
…obviously the Kindle and Internet (AKA, “the devil,” according to my mother) are to blame for the demise of paper books but maybe they wouldn’t be dying at such a rapid rate if so many of the people who claim to be “authors” weren’t getting book deals. I’m talking to you, Kendra, Kris Kardashian and this chick:
I purposely wanted her name to be cut off. No, that’s not true. I’m just horrible at taking pictures. Anyways, if “Justify My Thug” becomes a classic literary piece and required reading for all AP English 11th graders, I will be the first to admit fault.
PS The picture was taken at an earlier date, whilst browsing the book selection at Target, hence the corporate logo sticker we’ve all come to know and love from another giant chain store that isn’t vanishing from existence. Thank you, internet blog police, for noticing.
This pigeon was just bee-bopping around INSIDE the food court at the 3rd Street Promenade. Its presence was so obvious, it was basically perusing the menu at Panda Express (I assume debating between orange chicken and General Tso chicken - never an easy choice) and pecking at people’s feet as they ate. And no one seemed to give a shit or take any notice. Gross City. Why do pigeons walk around like they own everything? And why do human beings, the larger of the two animals, let it happen?
When I declined a bag for my to-go order today, the employee at Koo Koo Roo thanked me for “saving the Earth.” Then I left, with my PLASTIC take-out container full of FACTORY FARM RAISED chicken. It feels great to be green, y’all.
