Marty: And amazingly, again, my anxiety at meeting someone who has the same name as me crept up. Come on, what are the odds! I never meet other Martys! Or Martis! But this time it was a girl, and she has an 'i' instead of a 'y', and she, too, keeps it real. At Marti's we all flopped in the living room and had a sleepover party complete with tons of old school video games and giggling and farting. Not much for the flashy modern video games, it turns out Paul is some sort of a Pac-Man savant, and we watched his pellet-munching fury in awe.
Joe: Everybody is really excited about this Parappar the Rappah. I’m asleep on the couch. Well not now. Now I’m awake and there’s some funny looking dude on the TV rapping about urinals. Someone is asking me if I need to go to bed. “Don’t worry,” I console them. “I’m already asleep.”
From the sockpuppet journal of Dogpants McGee: I haven't checked in like six days, and I need to get on my MySpace account like right now! What if somebody wrote to me? *arf*
I'm seriously freaking out! They might need to hear back! What if it's a girl, or else maybe I got invited to something important. Plus, I need to check Rexa's relationship status and fill out the Favorite Places to Pee survey.*arf arf*
I know I have new comments and new friend requests, I can feel them! I can
feel hear them calling me! *woof*
Oh goddamn you straight to furthest reaches of the deepest of hells, Tom, I finally have a chance to check and now my bloody page won't load. What the eff is this!? I AM SO FILLED WITH RAGE! *bow-wow-wow* Scratchsniff. Arf.
New comments! I knew it! Ahhhhh. *pantpantpant*
Jesse: In Cleveland we also met Ashleigh and Melanie, two college girls in Hogwarts’ attire. Apparently they enjoy the show because the following night they travel two hours to Artists Upstairs, a cavernous, 1500 square-foot art space in Pittsburgh, our next gig. That anyone would do this indicates maybe we’re doing something right.
Joe: We’re on our way to Pittsburgh. Jesse is really pushing us to write a song with these lyrics: “It’s raining Frakensteins. Don’t go outside or you’ll definitely die.” If only the tour was longer.
Paul: We found a restaurant that has a breakfast buffet for $3.69! Wow. Everyone is psyched. Today will be a good day.
Joe: The Andy Warhol Museum is pretty awesome. I mean, sure it has cool artwork and this cool exhibit right now about Henry Darger. But it also has this awesome PHOTO BOOTH. We’re taking photos right now! Bye bye money! Hello pictures of me!
Marty Allen: Mr. Warhol's artwork makes me feel a little confused inside. Though I respect his contributions and am often very fond of some of the individual drawings or paintings or ideas, I tend to feel very disconnected from the vast majority of the things he actually made. It somehow felt like appreciating animals in captivity — something was weirdly off and sad about the whole thing. But the 'cloud' room (full of perpetually floating silver balloons) was pure magic, and the top floor was teeming with work unearthed from outsider artist Henry Darger. Apocalyptic, voluminous, and full of bizarrely borrowed images that were often of small girls with mismatched genitalia, this man's art is nothing short of staggering, and everyone should see it.
