Some scenes are only an intense flash that leave me with a lasting vestige and nothing else.
The Scampers underground newspaper is taking over the local media.
The kids on TV, in the 40s or the 50s, ride in upside down cars.
I’m cleaning out stinky fish guts in a rented apartment, overlooking the river.
Rayfield is given 10% of a horse named Cort as a baby gift and will ride it to take his family to Niagara Falls.
Mexico? I never asked where I was and now it’s too late.
At a Lise Rowe yoga class at MUN, Peter tells me one of the other yogaists, who is a renowned artist, is intently following our progress as we increase our flexibility, but he can’t decipher the artist’s goal.
I keep recommending gabapentin to John Mulaney after he said he was always in pain, because I don’t want him to get hooked on morphine.
Sarah is driving, with me, Greg and Kelly passenging, but it becomes clear that Sarah is kind of kidnapping us under the guise of a surprise. She plays “Fear Fun” by Father John Misty in an attempt to assuage us.
I’m at the Hotel Chicago eating Mr. Noodles, watching Star Trek on the TV and slowly noticing “privacy” cameras in the room.
The ridiculous, corrupt Italian ferry is late again. I’m clutching my ticket which should grant me access to the room with the even number of packages.
I’m on a flight to Cape Town, which ends with a rollercoaster — a slow climb and then the exciting ride. I keep losing my phone, and Leah especially is half freaking out.
Octavia has just returned from a hike and wants to go partying in Mexico.
She said, “I want to go hiking every day, drinking every night, and be possessive and possessed and jealous and insane.”
Me: “How can you say that honestly AND be a human?”
Abe wrote a book of short stories that eventually got adapted into a movie, in which he portrays himself.
I text him to let him know that I’m reading the book and it’s great.
Abe (believing it to be his best story): “Ah, you must be on ‘Confession’.”
While riding in the back of a pickup truck with a few musicians, and after admitting I don’t know who the old man in “My Girl” is, Tang tells me that “it’s where Boo Radley lives in the wall.”
Nick Johnston has a hotel room with a secret door leading to a better room. Me and Baker are splitting a different room but on Nick’s dime, and that’s where we have a virtual meeting with most of Apple’s C-level executives.
“It’s not fair. You’re not supposed to laugh at funny looking people.”
I meet Jungle-i-ni, someone’s baby from a previous relationship. There’s a mountain of cat litter blocking the doorway.
Chaytor is proudly telling us he stayed downtown 161 nights in the last year.
A guy on Blackmarsh is casually cranking music — it sounds like new Pearl Jam — at 3am. You can see headphones around his neck through the window but he clearly doesn’t want to wear them and kind of likes the disturbance he’s causing.
I read an email from Breville. They diagnosed our espresso machine and found a few issues. They provided an estimate of $998.14 to fix it, but they said alternative we can get $174 off a new machine, so we’ll probably go with that.
A new Vancouver Island beer with a German name is being sold at a corner store in Newfoundland for $28/case, which I comment on as being a good deal.
I’m with Chris Vaughan, watching the moon and stars through an open window, and the galaxies are massive and bright.
Leaving a dingy bar bathroom, I overhear someone complain that “Brown and green beer should cost the same.”
Me and Stacy, bellies fun of candy, see an animated etymology of Agoraphobia, being afraid of the bug who reads.
Baby orcas are being taught tricks by their mother very close to the beach we’re at. The waves are a bit crazy, but of course they don’t mind.
James Goodridge unlatches on the fly from his tandem bicycle with his wife. His handlebars are quite close to his chest but he’s unfazed.
An impressive halftime dancer is being pulled around by an invisible rope while in the splits position. Jon Batiste tries to shake my hand but I mess it up.
Nick MacCallum and I are competing in a curling tournament taking place in the aisles of a grocery store. I can’t find the weird plastic shoe thing that makes my foot to slide properly.
I’m just outside the Swilers chapel, feeding pandas some ice cream while tethered to the ground but floating the sky. Someone nearby is cutting off a woman’s hand off using a random tiny guillotine.
Leah tells me she likes gold flakes in her coffee. Kelly agrees.
Mom is riding a camel with two ridiculously cute babies.
An earthquake drops a glass object on me. I can’t get all the shards out of my torso and no one seems to care. I get Brody to tell me all of the 1-2-3 Kid’s other characters to take my mind off it.
I hear a decent mash-up cover of “I’m on Fire” and “Take On Me”.
Kelly: “Do all downtowns in Canada round up on pennies?”
I encourage her to think of the last time she saw a penny. She’s astonished, realizing it’s not just downtowns, and really nowhere in Canada uses pennies anymore.
A woman stranger walks in on me when I only have a t-shirt on and she tells me to stop Winnie the Poohing, so I put a bucket of honey over my head in defiance.
I’m riding a carousel in a pizza place Hollywood that’s popular with tourists. Thomas Middleditch and Ed Helms are both there, sitting in separate, single booths, clearly wanting to be noticed but pretending they’re only there to eat pizza.
There’s a huge Tarzan rope in the pool. I swing down about 100 feet and then oscillate wildly around the edges of the pool.
A guy wearing a nice shirt and blazer approaches the table we have set up in the park. He declares, “Pocket 2s is my favourite hand. But you’re not going to pull one over on me.” I have to defend that we weren’t trying to scam him, regardless of whether or not we were.
Kevin Hart tells me to “Keep busy or get distracted.”
I encounter an incredible natural rock formation in my dream. I wake up and draw this:
