The WonderFools!

Tucson's WonderFools! Enlivening your birthday party or special event with juggling, clown, face painting, stilt walking, balloon animals, acrobatics, music and more! www.wonderfoolarts.com

tales from the front desk

I started working at the front desk of a hotel right off the I-10, mostly overnights...

A somewhat crazed, big-haired, lady just checked in and told me to put her in a room that was inbetween other occupied rooms. i thought it was odd because usually people want to be away from other people, but before I could ask what it was about, she told be she has a kind of a stalker who's an independently wealthy millionaire. She says he is very slick and sometimes employs friends and acquaintances to rent rooms next to hers so he can tap on her wall at 3 in the morning. Apparently he follows her all around the country doing this, just tapping on walls in the wee hours of the morning. Never anything more harmful than that. At first I thought she was a schizophrenic or something, but who knows? maybe he's the crazy one...

pillow talk

I just bought, for the first time ever, a pillow. Two, actually, and I'm cursing myself for not doing it sooner. I've always had hand-me-downs, the most recent of which is this lumpy monstrosity that feels something like sleeping on an emaciated cat with clumps of fur matted to its skin. Its not furry though.
I don't know why I waited so long. I think I figured they'd be more expensive than the seven bucks each I dropped at Sears. I want to try them out, but I'm too excited to sleep.

Fuck art, let's dance!

If you're reading this... what you should be doing, is dancing. To dance is divine. Sinner.

Heat

It's July, the dead of summer, and sometimes, at night, I have to wear a sweatshirt and possibly a jacket just to be comfortable. Summer, to me, has always been a time of intense heat and finding ways to relieve it, because when you do, it feels so good. I miss that intensity. How do people experience their intensity here? How do you?

fireworks

I just spent my first 4th of July in the state of Washington. I can safely say that I have never before been in a place where amateur fireworks displays were so common and extravagant. It only reminds me of the people who have the Christmas lights that everyone hears about and drives miles just to see. Certain neighborhoods here are known for their $th of July fireworks displays. Thousands and thousands of dollars were spent by neighbors within a 5 block radius. I don't know what's legal and what isn't and none of the people I talked to seem to either. A general consensus seems to be that the ones you shoot off into the air are not legal, but no one does anything about it. Anything that has no source of propulsion can be purchased at one of the hundreds of fireworks stands that started popping up everywhere about two weeks ago.
The neighbors two houses down where making booms that didn't sound like they could be bought in stores. Apparently they were making them out of empty gas cans and sparklers. The neighborhood was shaking and it was basically just air pressure. It was a fun night and I barely left my backyard.

Happy Birthday!

I’ve been struggling lately, with the point to posting my inane observations and feelings toward this life, in this tiny corner of the internet. That’s all this is, right? A place to comment and describe the world I see around me and display my perspective to a potentially “world wide” audience. But, why should anyone care what I think when I don’t even know what I think half the time and the other half may just be a more permanent mood-swing based on some unseen stability in chemical reactions.
What I mean is: why document these tiny slivers of human existence? Are they for the documenter, or the few that may actually read what is written? What’s the point? Does it matter?

“I'm not a teacher: only a fellow-traveller of whom you asked the way. I pointed ahead--ahead of myself as well as you.” GBS

It’s early, relatively speaking, for a Friday night, 10 minutes past 10, and I’m about to go to bed because I work at 6 in the morning. It’s July 1 and thanks to our nations impending birthday and the over-abundance of newly erected fireworks stands, there is a loud explosion of a varying proximity, outside of my window every 5 minutes or so. If I close the window, it will become too hot, though it may help to muffle the sound a bit. I realize that this is the most challenging question I’ve had to answer today. I had a pretty good day. heeheehee. I’m going to sleep either way.