Chatroulette pt.2

Even strangers on the internet think i'm emo.
Hahaha!

How To Make It In America

Chatroulette

Chatroulette is the new fad happening on the worldwideweb. I had never ever heard about it until last week. In case you're not sure what this is, it's basically videochatting with strangers. It's mostly dormroom kids or perverts jerking off...but sometimes you come across someone normal and talk to them for a minute. It's also sort of like channel-surfing people on the internet, 'cause if you don't like who shows up on your computer screen, you just hit 'next' and see who the roulette brings to you next.

The other day Megan, Tenease, Marie and I drank beers and Chatrouletted for a couple of hours before we went out for the night. We got the same questions asked by nearly everyone we talked to:

1. Whooaaa! Is that a sleeve?
2. ARE YOU GUY'S DRINKING PBR? THAT'S AWESOME!
3. You're in California? Lucky.

We felt socially retarded for a minute at the bar, since we couldn't 'next' anybody who we didn't want to talk to or situations we wanted out of.

Because it was fresh in our heads, and we were drunk, all of us wanted to Chatroulette when we got home. I was by myself though, but still thought it would be funny to do. Late at night it's about 80% dudes masturbating, so it's just like next, next, next, boooooring, next... and then there's kittyman, as seen above. Wtf? I didn't say anything to him, but did keep him on the screen for a minute to try and figure out what was going on.

In conclusion, Chatroulette is totally creepy and weird. It's also pretty boring and lonely if you're on there by yourself. It does have comedic value doing it with friends and beer, but other than that, it's stupid.

Wonderland

Thursday, February 4th @ 111 Minna

Jay, Irene and I have spent a million hours over the past week laying out, hanging and putting this show together. The reception is going to be really fun, and there is some impressive work from 60 different artists on display. My body hurts and I'm tired, but really stoked and proud of all the work we've done. 2 more days of awesomeness until it's totally ready for the reception.

If you live in San Francisco or the Bay Area, come out on Thursday. 5pm-late.
Tons of fun.
See you!

Blacked Out Party

- house party.
- bands in the living room.
- everyone had to wear all black.
- stranger gave us a billion beers.
- police shut it all down.

San Francisco/Friends/Owls

I'm back in San Francisco for a few weeks. It feels perfectly right, and as if I have never left. I right away started back working at 111 Minna, helping out with this jumbo show for February that we're working on. I've also been hanging with friends, wandering around the city, and just being all around stoked on life.


Last night a few of us went to Edinburgh Castle, and there were these dudes all going off about this stupid plastic owl they stole from another guy in the bar - who we found out originally stole it from a house party. It was weird, and they were kind of annoying. Whatever though, we had fun.

Marie is a creep.

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Life is awesome. I'm so happy to be back here!

Party text

I woke up to this text at 7am from a friend, who's band has been touring forever...and partying hard, apparently. It's not as depressing as it reads though. They just love fun:

"...I just woke up from a 4 month foray through a sea of vodka."

Good morning.