Time is a flat circle or something.

About four years ago, when I was nearing the end of my Drunken Fuck-Up period, something similar happened. My then-bossfriend was a big Bondy fan, and as she was just getting her blog up and running, we generated content by writing about the times we’d seen his shows. Between the two of us, I think we averaged about one post a week — more if you count boss-lady’s weekly Livejournal picspamming. 

This was right after When The Devil’s Loose, before Believers, and in between tours, so we sort of single- (quadruple-?) handedly provided a lot of free publicity for the guy. There was a period of time wherein that dude from Buddyhead and I were the two people writing most about Bondy on the internet, which was a dubious honor. All I gotta say is, it was really fucking weird and uncomfortable to Google the guy, which I had to do for blog research, and have my own name come up.

Around then, Boss Lady had shifted to writing mostly about Dan Auerbach, who hadn’t won a Grammy award yet. Dan’s uncle took notice, Dan himself apparently started reading the blog, and comfortable or not — suddenly Boss Lady was on the map. 

I’m not sure which of these factors ultimately led to people noticing me, but they did, and some of them got in touch asking if I could pass a message along to Bondy or help them set up an interview or whatnot. Somewhere along the way I had realized he was a real trick to contact, and all these requests (from real music bloggers, nonetheless!) really drove it home.

In my first real work of self-promotion and public relations, I was like “no, I can’t be your ‘In’ with this weird indie rock star, but I do have a fairly entertaining Twitter feed … ?” Thus was born my internet fame, such that it is.

So I indirectly owe Bondy, I guess, and can only hope he would be proud of what he accidentally wrought. I thanked him electronically once, but it’s impossible to know whether or not he reads his email, and I haven’t seen him in person for approximately three years either. Which means, who knows, and also I still couldn’t be anybody’s In even if I wanted to. But you’re still welcome to read my social media feeds. I try to keep it entertaining for you all.

Today in Tags

"Blogs with ‘A.A. Bondy’: paleotrees"

God damn it.

Guest Post: Joy Goes to SXSW, pt. VI: Saturday, March 15 |

My favorite installment. I lost the plot a little and my editor liked it.


The story is about a struggling actress who keeps being taken advantage of. No pay. 




Actress to star in web series. I have been doing web videos for four years, and this will be my BEST EVER opportunity for an actress to gain experience and get exposure…

Every casting call ever. Except many are worse.

Guest Post: Joy Goes to SXSW, Pt. V: Friday, March 14 |

The final installment goes up tomorrow. In this one, I joke about punching misogynists in the face!

“"But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.”

"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."

"How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice.

"You must be," said the Cat, "otherwise you wouldn’t have come here."

Alice didn’t think that proved it at all: however she went on. “And how do you know that you’re mad?”

"To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog’s not mad. You grant that?"

"I suppose so," said Alice

"Well, then," the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it’s angry, and wags its tail when it’s pleased. Now I growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.”

"I call it purring, not growling," said Alice.

"Call it what you like," said the Cat.

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Silver/white hair love

Silver foxes.

I am looking forward to this day.

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