After Ashland we headed West, to Coos Bay, OR. (Check out Grilla Bites if you ever are in Ashland, organic and healthy, not too expensive.) It's actually a really quaint place, and we have some very good friends there, so the road trip took a nice early 3 day break of just relaxing and watching youtube with people our age. We also ate at a Thai restaurant and I got to play some FPS that I thought I never would with a pretty reasonable coplayer. He didn't kill me. How nice of him!

The Oregon coast is amazingly beautiful. Reuben took us to see some hidden bays and coves where he used to kayak with his dad. It was magical, wonderful, perfectly clear. There were a lack of dogs (which was nice) and the water was surprisingly warm (which is even nicer). It was a good little fun stay at home thing. Staycation almost, except we drove bunches of miles to get there. I miss it.

Life lately has been lots of ups and downs. I think that's what comes with unemployment. If I was employed, I wouldn't have had such a wonderful summer, but I'd have money. Anyway. Not being in a show has been nice, even after dropping out of Pirates. Yep, dropping out of a show made me feel good. What does that say about me? What does that say about my art? That I want to drop it? It's just so hard. I don't know what to say about that, but I think this really comes from the area I'm in. More and more I feel I'm wasting my time (and my youth) in a horrible area for art. It's an old area, one that sucks your soul. Then you spiral down and think that you're a bad actor. You know, it all just goes downhill. Boo!

I've been on a road trip for the past 16 days. Right now I'm in Missoula, Montana at the Windam (?) hotel. They have waterslides, which I really want to go, but my body says a nap might be a little better. We started in Marin, and left to go to Ashland to the Shakespeare festival. The car we rented is a white beast of a thing. It's pretty magical in bad weather and on bad roads. I now know why people buy those big ass stupid cars. Not that I will ever, but hell, I can be a hypocrite for a month.

Anyway. Ashland was lovely, and the drive up was beautiful. Even though it's in Oregon, it felt more like Northern California, especially places like Carmel. Rich, elite. It was a little different because it was a university town; there were some pretty cool book and game stores in the shittier neighborhoods of town, but downtown near the Shakespeare festival was very much for the rich and the tourists. And "Throne of Blood" was pretty bad, but that seems to be the consensus that comes from everyone when one goes to Ashland to see the shows. Pity. We also saw "The Social Network" at a movie theatre there. Good. Not great, but it made me want to join Diaspora when it comes out.

We camped in Ashland for two nights. It was fun, but there was a Creepo two sites over that looked like he slept in his very dirty car. I'm glad we weren't killed. Mostly because we were able to enjoy the campsite better. Camping's fun, if dirty.

There's a lot in between Ashland and Missoula. 14 days, in fact, but I'm feeling a little homesick, so that'll be saved for later.

Buddha.