here's me in front of all my mom's Spode, in her new bungalow in Pasadena. everyone in L.A. keeps telling me they love my 'haircut'. i'm totally a compliment whore, so great; but: really? are these people serious? it's basically a hair-uncut, growing everywhichway because i'm waiting for my bangs to be long enough for a Franzboy before i actually pay for a cut. meanwhile, everything except my bangs is growing first and frizzy. if you ask me, i look like Andy Warhol.

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me in my favorite shirt, 2004
Runyan Canyon, Los Angeles
shot by Steven

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In 2004 or thereabouts, Steven and I found a video in the free section of Rocket Video [LaBrea at Melrose] for a low-budget film called Out of These Rooms. It was one of the most incomprehensible things either one of us had ever seen. It's a film about a therapy group for 'co-dependents' and people involved with sex addicts?, maybe?, but it also seems like everyone is just in therapy for whatever vague sexual reason- they were molested as a child; their husband does it with animals 'and sometimes holds the dog too long'; Etc. Bafflingly, it takes place in three parts, over three holidays, and the first time you see all these characters, it's fucking Halloween. So everyone is in get-up, on super-ugly video. It's also one of those kinds of movies that reuses every bit of its footage several times, so during the 2 other segments, 'Thanksgiving' and 'Christmas', there's plenty of cutting back to the characters in Halloween costumes. Also, sometimes there are flashbacks to other Halloweens, and during Halloween there are flash-forwards to Thanksgiving and Christmas and etc.

One element structuring the film are some folk songs, sung by one of the lead actresses, that relate to the plot elements pretty directly. Steven and I immediately agreed that the best way to describe them is 'Smelly Cat'-genre. You know: from the TV show Friends. Ex: 'You suck you suck you suck, how's that for poetry?'

Is it supposed to be laughably bad? No, it totally seems painfully sincere. The acting is largely improvisational, and you get the feeling that people are reenacting emotional breakdowns they actually had in therapy, or they are actually just having emotional breakdowns during the filming, or, you know, Whatever.

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