i never really had to wear deodorant in seattle (at least so's nobody said anything). out here i stink 24/7. they have something called a 'heat index' that they warn you about . it's where they combine the factors (humidity, etc.) to tell you what it REALLY feels like out there, and i've seen it hit 115. then we have lousy air. they feds linked hiway funds to air-quality, so the state adopted a color code system - green, yellow, red. they got so many 'red days" that they we arned about cut-offs, so they installed an extra color - orange! every day is an orange day in ol' st. louis. that, combined with the lead pies in the city water system and cockroaches that look like rats (and rat that have a side business dealing crack) the town is, again - a paradise!
yes, you are right - heat does rise. this i know for a fact because i'm sitting in my attic studio right now, typing this. actually, with all the ac on up here it's a balmy 85 degrees or so. it's 8:30pm right now, and they figure the temp outside will make it all the way don to about 83 degrees tonite. with the humidity and the mosquitoes, it's like paradise. thank god for the fireflies!
this has been going on for a month and will likely continue through to september, if the last couple of summers are any indication. then we have the most amazing fucking autumn you've ver seen (halloween was invented here, i'm sure of it), then we get 35 below for a few months, then a fabulous fucking spting. this is like REAL seasons. totally new to me. seattle had one season all year round with a slight variation in temperature to spot the difference.
for some freakin' reason i couldn't get onto this thread to answer you. it was driving me crazy watching you post comment after comment and not being able to wisecrack back.
remeber i don't don't drink. so likker stores are out. maybe an ice cream parlor? dunno.
still makes me wince to see you write that tim 'wants to be black'. man, that is not correct, but what the hell...
no poje. i didn't get the impression she had a clue what to do with me. so, i let it slide. she didn't seem too eager to call me back either, so the old song goes. i'm not an illustrator, i'm a designer. even she knew the difference and couldn't quite grasp how she could actually market me. you're much easier because she sells you as an illustrator. that's a snap. me, i don't fit very cleanly into that camp.
as for the site, well, i get a lot out of the conversations here, but lately there hasn't been much outside of the 'what's yer favorite drinking story' type thing. i haven't much to say in the small talk arena. i'm also lousy at cocktail parties.
sorry, i'm not going to yer shindig. too broke. a trip like that would set me back about a grand. no got. so it goes.
it's been 95 degrees and humidity of 90% for like a month out here. it's like living in soup. i don't leave the house anymore. that's why i'm bored...