It’s good to be back on the East Coast! The weather is beautiful here! I am able to wear light jackets and little sweaters and tank tops. It’s awesome! There is only about 10 nice days outside here in New York City and I have experienced at least three of them, and it’s awesome.
I have been eating bagels, and taking the subway, and both these things make me very happy.
Last night I had an event at SHAG – a little boutique adult store in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I love this store- and it’s owner but a very beautiful and very intelligent woman named Sam. I remember when the store just opened and it’s doing quite well now and I am very happy for her. I am not saying this as some kind of advertisement – I swear. The store feels incredibly girly, and the decor is very tactful, and they carry the best sex toys and lingerie in the area. It’s important for hipsters to have a place to buy pretty butt plugs!!!
In any case, at the event I screened one of my favorite BurningAngel releases – Baristas. I spent so much time working on the script and the production of this movie and I never quite get to see people’s responses while watching it. I cut a version of the movie where all the sex scenes were just about 2 minutes long, and the plot was kept in its entirety. I can’t tell you how incredible it made me feel to see a room full of people watch the movie , and laugh at the humorous parts and clap at the ending- and be silent and awkward through the boning! It’s fun to see my own pornos on a somwhat big screen.
And Kleio was there!
Oh yeah- and PBR was generous enough to have donated a bunch of FREE BEER to the event. I think it made watching the sex scenes far less awkward.
If me being there doesn’t excite you – well then maybe you should be aware of the fact that BON JOVI was born in Sayreville NJ. So, if he happens to be visitng some old friends this weekend maybe he will stop in.
Ahhh ! I’m going to New York and I decided to bring my dog on the plane.
I’ve never done this before and I feel very strange carrying a dog in a bag. She is taking it like a champ and seems to kinda like chillin in this doggie bag. I was thinking since I am bi coastal my dog should be too. Lets see how much she likes Brooklyn!
So, I will be back in Brooklyn for a few days. Hopefully I will run into some of you guys on the subway again! It’s nice to have fans who are smart with public transportation.
Here is Ramona!
Well, I woke up this morning and watched the news while I got ready for work…and saw that there was very important “Breaking News” on CNN – about Snoop Dogg. He is officially not “Snoop Dogg” anymore; he is now “Snoop Lion”. He died, and has been reborn in some kind of pot-induced spiritual adventure in Jamaica. He’s not gonna sing rap music anymore – Snoop Lion is going to sing reggae. I don’t know if Snoop Lion is going to make cameos in pop songs; I am not sure how Jah feels about Katy Perry and Justin Beiber. I guess we will have to see. Perhaps there will be another emergency news brief about that. I guess his mind is not on his money, and his money is not on his mind.
In any case, while I was on the way to my office this morning in Brooklyn, I stopped at the bagel shop and ate a bagel. I don’t eat that many bagels anymore – I save up my bagel-eating for when I am in New York. Eating bagels in Los Angeles is just plain stupid; even if it is a proper imitation of a “New York” bagel. Fuck that. So, I was like, in heaven eating my bagel. As I overdosed on cream cheese and carbohydrates, I had my own spiritual breakthrough. I am not Joanna Angel, I am now, Joanna Zebra! That is my spirit animal.
RIP Joanna Angel and Snoop Dogg.
RIP MCA. Really. As a Jew from the east coast, I practically feel like we were related somehow.
It’s pretty common when you grow up in a Jewish family, to think your only calling in life is to be a doctor, a lawyer, an accountant, or something that involves a suit and waking up incredibly early. You never think you have the potential to do anything exciting. When I was first introduced to the Beastie Boys- I was inspired. I was like, look- these guys are a bunch of dorky Jews, like me- but they managed to embrace it , and be fucking bad asses at the same time.
The first time I smoked pot was in the 9th grade, with a few friends, listening to Licence to Ill. I got really high, and couldn’t handle socializing with everyone else there (I was the only one in the room who was getting high for the first time so, and I totally lied about it and said I had done it before so I was feeling kinda weird) so I went into another room, and wrote down the lyrics to Paul Revere in a notebook. Not really sure why… but this seemed to have the answers to all the problems of the universe at the time.
Anyways, yeah. That’s my random MCA memory- it’s a tragedy that he died so young.
Rest in Peace!!
Last night I went out in Brooklyn and I’m pretty out of it right now. It was a long, fun night.
It started off in a bar with lots of toilet paper…