Best Shane Mcgowan picture ever...

I always did sort of have a "thing" for Shane.

Wow, Brian, you look like shit. Lay off the scotch for a while, will ya?

Huh.... nice-looking ass on that pup, am I right Sarah?

When are people sending me their cheesecake photos for the 2009 "Faces of Bookface" calendar? I'm serious about this. Well, as serious as I am about anything.

Look, everyone! Jack's licking his butt!

Did you get flagged? Or were you just in the mood to celebrate your man-whoredom?

One wonders how many times Brian has clicked own profile today...

I, for one, just flagged it nine times! Having to think about that woman's sexual organs again put me off my lunch.


xo,
Tipper

How long do you think the Goodreads gods are really gonna let Ingrid Thulin's yabbos pucker in cool climate-controlled air? I can almost hear the ghosts of abuse being flagged...

Drunk Brian's back!

Your current avatar is so fucking cute I'm gonna implode.

[For posterity's sake: No, the avatar being discussed is not a picture of Brian.]

stalk this, gay boy!

Wowza!

Back to the puppy pic again? What happened to drunk Brian?

Wow Brian, where do you buy your peanut butter???

Great Nick Cave avatar! Fucker is smoother than silk.

Loving the Parfums Alain Delon ad! Because I wouldn't want to get near a man unless he smelled like Alain Delon...

A bunch of people have changed their avatars to pictures of their tattoos.

I'm just sayin'.

Animal cruelty!! Animal cruelty!!

With f(r)iends like David, who needs enemas?

RE: Avatar.

EWWW! I just can't believe you'd do that! It's so disgusting and unsanitary. I can't believe you'd actually lick Brian. And I thought dogs were intelligent.

(Heh heh. Cool avatar actually.)

You are such a slut. Every picture is of you making out with someone or another! Heh.

Seriously, that's just too cute.

Get a room!




(Aw.)

Hmmm... Curiouser and curiouser. What's the matter? Is it a really embarrassing tattoo, obtained in a drunken stupor? Or is it in a really embarrassing place?

Do you have Tweety Bird on your ass, Brian?

So I just read my comment below. "Mission in life" may have been a little strong. As was, apparently, the espresso I had just consumed.

1. You quit your job?

2. It is now my mission in life to see your tattoo.

3. Glad you had a good time and that you're home safely!

hey jessica, sarah, robert... thanks for asking. and yes, i am back home.

five words describing exactly why it was fantastic:

tom.
waits.
el.
paso.
mezcal.

i'm way behind in everything, so here's a quick 'road review' before i bury myself in my day...

waits is an animal. yeah. he played a tiny theater in el paso. pure performance art. growls and grunts and body contortions (all hunched over that tiny organ, shouting into his bullhorn, stamping his feet, waving his hands, spasms, twitches, etc), a set of sea shanties and carny barkings and fire and brimstone sermons from a demonic dustbowl preacher with more'n one foot in hell...

somebody posted 30 seconds of the first song... it hardly suffices, but interesting nonetheless:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v...

well, we drank mezcal in el paso, and then in the desert out in tucson (under the influence of that stuff all those 15-foot-tall saguaro cacti look like aliens on a martian landscape), and then some more in flagstaff (found one of the great bookstores in america, bought malcolm lowry's out-of-print first novel. woo-hoo!), and then drank some more laid out on the rocks surrounding a swimhole in sedona while reading 2666 and photographing charles amy and bethany as they climbed up those slippery red rocks and leaped way down into that cold cold water...

no, jessica. my tattoo would get me nowhere as I WOULD NEVER SHOW IT TO A FUCKING SOUL unless severely sleep-deprived and intoxicated. so consider yourself lucky. grrrrrr..... (that's my waitsian growl, by the way)

well, after loading as many cliches as human fucking possible into my description of waits, romanticizing alcohol and a week on the road (which, if i'm honest with myself, has more akin to fanny pack and khaki wearing RV driving jackasses than to any On The Road, Into The Wild mythologized bullshit -- which, i've gotta admit, is preferable... is there anything more insufferable than the endless posturing of those fucks?), it comes down to this: having just quit my job and about to engage another round of pushing my recent writings into the marketplace and tearing through 2666 and the whole sentimental-journey aspect of visiting places i lived a decade ago and ripping through the open desert at sunset and, most importantly, being stuck in a car for many hours with very very good people... it was a truly great time.

Look, everyone! Brian's hugging with clothes on!!

How was your trip?

Does your non-roadtripping picture mean you've arrived back home?

So how was Tom? Who ate the worm? And did you get discounts at gas stations in Arizona for showing your tattoo?

Road review, please!

Good grief.
You survived.