Much Ado

I joined Paul on a trip to the mechanic’s today. His car needed a tune-up and he wanted some company while sitting at the dealership. While we sat discussing Penecostal Christianity and swapping hallucinogen stories, the television started flashing with an oddly familiar light.

“Holy shit- is that The Price is Right?” I yelled, surprised.

“Wow. Bob Barker must be a million years old now,” Paul said, awestruck.

An excitable fat lady almost won a $4,000 trip to Canada.

“Canada?” I asked, amused.

“How do you spend $4,000 in 5 days in Toronto?” Paul asked, confused.

A security guard stopped and asked us if we could stop the “noun verb, adverb” thing.

“Absolutely,” I said, agreeably.

Despite my misguided attempts to find humor in writing structure, we both had as pleasant a time as could be had at a place that plays gameshows and offers free mugs of sludgy coffee.

Speaking of coffee, the Rolls-Royce espresso maker Paul brought in has started eating away at our collective souls. It is a predator, sitting in the corner and singing sweet songs promising caffeinated bliss to our sleepy bodies. More and more, the office finds itself gathered around the Great Grinding God, a combination of jittery and exhausted, impatiently waiting our turn to get a fix of coffee. We ran out- this is true- we ran out of water. We poured so much water through coffee grinds that we burned through our weekly water shipment early. That’s fucking insane. Soon we’ll bump into each other on Saturdays:

“What’re you doing here?”

“What’re you doing here?”

“I just, I dunno. I needed to finish some stuff up, I guess.”

“Oh, yeah. Um, me, too.”

“Okay, well, since I’m here anyway, I guess I’ll make some coffee.”

“Oh! Me, too!”

Straight to hell. Is coffee bad for you? I heard it’s the single greatest source of antioxidants for Americans. If only we could get a good night’s rest…

In actually pornographic news, there’s been a few changes at Treasure Island Media.

First of all, the podcast will officially no longer be a free audio thing. Pod-technology is moving at such a rapid clip that there will soon be Pod People, which, in a Body Snatchers/Stepford Wives kind of way is scary for humanity, but will give us a better fighting chance in a Day of the Triffids or Night of the Living Dead scenario. Masses of people with white wires pouring out of their ears and playing with user-friendly well-packaged infotainment technology acting as one under the control of Steve Jobs. The new, shinier podcast will be available exclusively at the Treasure Island Video site. I know I mentioned this before, but I’m making sure to stress the reality of it, so you feel less pressure to email me asking where the hell the new podcast is. Old podcasts can still be found here.

Our models page has changed up. Since Randy’s moving on up the ladder of pornography at a rapid pace, we now essentially have yet another source of movies. In order to facilitate the distribution of models to the shoots that would fair best with their participation (or, rather, to guarantee that the people who’ll be fucking each other will be genuinely into each other- we here at Treasure Island are little angels of matchmaking), Paul has set up a bunch of categories to select from on our “model/participant” page. I look forward to seeing what comes of the “Special Proposal” category.

Randy and I were discussing whether we should auction off the used sheets from our shoots. What do you guys think? Feedback, please.

If anyone’s interested in trading blog links, let me know.

xox