In the Last Days of Tecumseh...

Today I try on my retainer for the first time since I came back from Mexico. Needless to say they hurt more than it would to give birth through my urethra (I'm sorry, that visual was totally not necessary).

Lauren's doing great. We went out to Yanagi's last night, then had coffee at Linnea's. They had a little toy wrought-iron tea table that we decided to occupy, as another folk duo braved leaving their garage on a Friday night to try their luck in the cafe's famous main room. I have yet to see anyone utilize the saloon piano there yet, and it feels just so utterly lonely there. Learning a nice song to play on that mother just made my list of things to do. I am not sure what yet, but I have been listening to a lot of Grant Lee Buffalo lately, so probably something like "Honey Don't Think" or "Mockingbirds."

We stayed there as long as my legs allowed me to straddle the tea set chair before they started to cramp out on me. Lauren told me about her recent exploits in the bay area (which often includes an obligatory romp through Ashbury), moving into Cal Poly to keep a friend company during WOW week, and how work has become Godzilla for her, man as well as rubber suit, her free time being downtown Tokyo. Every time I see her I realize that she's just days now from packing up and leaving to UCSD. Going to miss her like a mother, but she'll be happy down there, and that is the important thing.

Finished the ticket designs for Waiting for Godot. I have to say, I am pretty damn proud of them. It makes the play even look more and more like it is going to come true. The Getty flyers are done too, as well as the ones for Political Activism Club. So things have been fairly P-R-O-D-U-C-T-I-V-E.

Was on the bus today. Social worker was taking some adults afflicted with Down's Syndrome to McDonald's. Very friendly people. One was a woman with cottonball cheeks who kept calling me "very attractive." Another one kept on asking me for high fives and wished to be called "Big D." I tried to keep my Freud sensors from flaring up. Terribly difficult thing to do.

Anyways, I thought they were going to McDonald's. The third one, who remains nameless to me as I never saw his nametag, was acting particularly loud and the social worker had to resort to stopping the entire trip. "That's it, buddy, no Happy Meal for you!"

I never saw a person's eyeglasses fog up so quickly. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU PROMISED! YOU CAN'T BACKSIES OUT NOW!" He stood up as the bus was in motion, stretching out his big arms like how a camper would do to intimidate a black bear. "I AM THE BEAST! YOU CAN'T SAY NO TO THE BEAST!" He started to spit all over the place, screaming and beating against the windows. I slunk a couple seats down, preoccupying myself with the horrified looks of car passengers in neighboring lanes waching the drama unfold. The bus driver eventually pulled over and ordered the social worker and her possy out. Despite being "The Beast," the incendiary gentleman was quickly drawn out by yanking his ear, his bloodcurdling roars for the pleasure only a Big N' Tasty would bring drowned out by the sobs of his morose contemporaries. The bus then shuffled along upon leaving, no one saying a thing.

Funny how the weirdest things occur, and our immediate response as a anonymous crowd is to not say a thing. Then again, there is probably nothing to say. Scenes like that speak for themselves.

It puzzles me how food companies or restaurant chains like McDonald's have websites. It makes me curious as to who actually goes on, intentionally searching for menu updates, deals, locations, or to feed some intellectual thirst. What satisfaction could a thorough investigation of something like a superficial web page for artificially flavored snacks?

More importantly, Who the fuck has time for that?

Found Waldo today in 1:10 minutes. I am out of shape.