i’m here in canada again. which is nice, as i love canada.
why am i here? well, to act in a movie wherein i play a heavy metal singer who gets pelted with meat and then eaten by a rock and roll vampire. you know, the usual.
i’m staying at a nice hotel, but as some of you might know, i have this almost ocd/insane/rainman aversion to overly perfumed hotel soaps that smell like hookers in monaco. so, to wit, a story: i checked into aforementioned nice hotel and realized that the soaps all smell like bad european hookers. i asked the front desk guy, ‘is there a whole foods nearby?’ lo and behold, there’s a whole foods 8 blocks away. but it closes in 10 minutes. so i run (fast and cold) over to whole foods to buy soap that doesn’t smell like a hooker in monaco, and i get there just as they’re about to close. i grab some un-monaco-hooker-smelling soap, and on my way out i impulse buy psychology today, the economist, and a hat with a little lions head on it. so now i don’t smell like a hooker in monaco, i have some fun stuff to read, and i have a new hat.
i’ve enclosed a picture of my 9:58pm whole foods purchases (i’m holding the canadian whole foods bag in my mouth). somebody at some point should really teach me how to be a proper rock star, not some bald geek who goes to whole foods at 9:58 pm to buy soap and lion hats.
moby