i’ve been getting comment spammed like you wouldn’t believe. so i attempted to integrate an anti spam thing…it seems that the site works still, so that’s good, but if you try to comment and it doesn’t work, let me know. and we’ll see if this stops the spam. i sure as hell hope so.

yesterday….james and adr came over, and the 4 of us ended up painting canvases to decorate our living room with. james and lei thought it necessary to have a theme, instead of just doing whatever we wanted to. so the theme ended up being “nucular”. good old W…..so lei painted a sock monkey holding an atom bomb, which is wonderful. adr painted an atomic flower. mine is all red. james’ isn’t finished yet. then adr painted lei an extra special painting of a sock monkey which is fabulous as well.

also we drank a bunch of mike’s alcoholic beverages because their bottle caps all have words on them, and we made them into our very own set of magnetic poetry words for the fridge. rock!

commenced watching the rest of “pirates of the carribbean” which is a highly entertaining movie, tho a bit too long. i did enjoy it though.

then it was bed time.

today brought exploring the bct tunnels. which was actually very interesting in a really boring sort of way. because there is really nothing to see, and definitely nothing to really photograph (besides the fact that there is no light down there anyway). but it was really cool i thought. it was very very creepy. we had to hop a train that was sitting on the tracks between the building and the tunnels, once in the tunnels the train started to move….so it was making very eerie noises while we were in the tunnels. not quite train like noises, it was very surreal and strange. at one point i commented to james that i felt like we were underground in the city of Lud with the war drums (dark tower reference incase you cared). once the train left, it was entirely too quiet, and i very much wanted the train noises back. good thing more trains did come by. our tunnel seems to be perfectly fine, and clean, and relatively non toxic (seriously…it was fine)…the post office tunnel however…i thought i was going to pass out. it just smelled so toxic, the water was so nasty. climbed over some…stuff…that was definitely placed on purpose so people wouldn’t continue through the tunnel to the post office. the water got much too deep farther along for us to continue, and then the strange noises started…not train noises, but noises that made us think someone/thing was at the other end of the tunnel and had heard us (well at least that’s what it made me think haha)…after standing there listening, we headed back and out. it struck me as a cool experience, not something i’m all that interested in, but did more for the actual “thrill” of it, and the fact it’s the only place on property where i haven’t been.

met russell up at the building, and scoped out a space for james to do his art installation. found this really cool room that i had never seen before…i still don’t understand how i continue to find things in that building that i’ve never seen before (also the restaurant managers office, that houses perhaps the largest piece of intact glass in the entire structure hahaha).

from there we spur of the moment decided to go to the last thursday in the square for a bit. i really don’t like being down there, it just doesn’t appeal to me at all. and i was completely scummified from the tunnels. we met up with mike and paul, walked a bit, listened to some of the (as james put it) “indescript rock band”, then went to towne restaurant to get some food. met up with mike and paul again at fugazi, played some darts and pool and headed home.

i had a fun time, so that’s good right? lol.

and i’ve decided that the only reason there are pool tables at bars are so that people have reasons to lean over something and show off their ass, and or boobs, and for others to spectate the view. nothing wrong with that lol.

have to meet with a gallery owner who wants to do a story on the clock thing for artvoice, and probably talk to her about my show she wants to have there in february. work at 10 (BLAH).