Hanging out at the practice space my band has rented is a good way to get a feel for the Seattle band scene. This particular note on the bulletin board captured my interest because of its powerful rhythmic cadence. I wanted to make a song out of it right on the spot. Whoever Masato is, he's probably punk as all fuck out.

I went to Ravenna Volvo and annoyed the receptionist for a good long time. She normally answers the phone with "What department?". My reply is typically "Service, please". She says "Thank you, one moment," before I even get to the comma. As I walked over to the desk to get some context, she nervously looked around and asked me, "Okay, what are we doing, again?" Then the flash went off and she startled, straining her back to get a look around the big pillar. "Is someone taking pictures?!?" Yes, it's me, I like taking pictures of retarded volvo dealerships. Humor me. The funnest thing about the waiting room: cars indoors. Is this what it will be like when electric cars are the norm? You can just drive your car directly into your living room or den, showing it off to anyone who stops by for pizza and "Seinfeld". Why would you want to? Oh, I dunno. Keep it safe from thieves, make it ornamental, use it to run appliances during power outages. I'm sure there's some good reason.