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who knew that holding balloons in front of the old masonic building could look so amazing? megan kay is a talented mother fucker. and i love her. check out her flickr

wait, what?!

a magazine started by an artist i like contacted me via flickr wanting to know if they could print a photo i took. giddy! baffled!

even better, it's a photo of a slayer tag out at american flats. to accompany an article about slayer. i'm thinking its probably a joke, or if it's really not, that they won't use the photo and i will have gotten excited over nothing (which i tend to do).



or this one?


lord, i want to go out there again. sigh.

pho sho

today, i randomly ran into tonyboy when walking to pho with aislynn. he parks his car haphazardly in a spot, hops out and offers me a free chromeo ticket. for a show in san francisco. tonight. he's leaving town now. do i want it? fuck yes i do, but i work in AN HOUR. fuck. he then offers it to aislynn, whom he's only just met about a second ago. we tell him we'll think about it and to call us from a pay phone after buying oil for his car.

10 minutes later, i've zoned out walking around downtown, so we've walked like 5 blocks past pho at this point (oops! destination unknown) i can't get a hold of co-workers, but aislynn and i decide, fuck it, we'll both go, one of us will scalp a ticket. call work, my co-worker blows my cover to hell, and the fucking lawyer in library program is busy busy busy, which means there is no way i can go unless i want to fuck over a bunch of people with legal problems that are already getting fucked over.

aislynn ends up going with tonyboy, so i'm curious to see how that goes. god i wish i could've gone, would've been so ridiculous. instead, i ate pho by myself, and listened to some kid ask a vietnam vet if he ever ate pho in nam. the vet was covered in tattoos (actually, all three of the dudes looked like bikers) and kept responding with answers like "are you fucking serious?! we couldn't go eat with the locals. they were trying to kill us. and we were killing them."

and then just helped a man that used to "teach" (i use the term very, very loosely) me in middle school who was trying to file for medical bankruptcy-which does not exist. he didn't recognize me, but i remembered him because he was such a pompous toolbag and his woman (who was my science teacher and fraud of a drama/dance instructor in my joke of a performing arts program) once told a 13 yr old me that i had "no drive." gee, thanks.

in conclusion, i love that reno is so small i can run into friends offering me tickets and a trip to the bay area RIGHT NOW, but hate that it is so small that old pseudo teachers come in to my work with weird legal questions. ugh.

non sequitir: there are wasps living in the frame of my car door. also, i can't say the word "wasps" without is sounding like i've added about thirty extras "s" to it and very leaky "s" at that. need to kill those mother fuckers, stat!

less work, more blog

now with photos! (see earlier post of me rambling about taking more photos of the places i visit)

also, yes it's that slow here at work.

and...storm of the ass hats actually did dump some snow on us. and its dumping more on us in a few hours. wheee! correction, it's snowing now. as we speak (via the interweb).

virginia city (not taken by me)

this place was rad, because it had been left abandoned for so long, parts of the roof were caved in and sections of the floorboards were missing, exposing dirt, or a large hole in the kitchen. looked like it caught on fire (or something) several decades ago. the wallpaper was this amazing old fabric-i took a section of it.

the house is totally weird and there was snow inside as well(there's virtually no roof). no front door, only chicken wire. not sure how the porch is even still standing.

american flats, an old silver and gold refinery, outside of virginia city.

this place is crazy, and i love it. also owned by blm (federal bureau of land management) and they will fine your ass if you get caught out there. so of course it's a good idea to post photos of it online. yes, i am that stupid.

there are several of shells of huge buildings, with only exposed concrete and rebar left. one of the buildings has a whole floor that's under water (with fish living in it! and the water's bright green! with cyanide in it! and swamp things! maybe! who knows!) there's a bunch of old school tags on everything too.

totally dangerous, and trespassing, but fucking amazing.

oh, and yes, everyone in reno still talks like it's the 1980s-early 90s (see use of "rad" and "totally") . we also happen to have a large population of juggalos that come out during the summer and hijack a park next to the river....god i love this town.