It was a year ago this week that I arrived in Oregon as a self-described economic refugee from California. I just didn't say those last two words too loud.
No question I came here because it was cheaper than the Golden State, and offered a nice lifestyle within moving distance. No one in Oregon wants to hear that, though, considering what California real estate speculators did to places like Bend. So I've tried to keep a low profile while establishing residency. The vehicle registration was the first step; running out of my old checks and ordering new ones two weeks ago was another. Slowly but surely I've erased my ties.
So, no California license plates, no California phone number, no California address on my checks, I've been here a year and didn't, haven't and won't take anyone's job. Am I officially an Oregonian now?
- For his latest video shoot, Snoop Dogg tried to rent Liechtenstein. That's right, an entire goddamn nation. Best part, the Liechtensten ... ians ... or whatever, said "It would have been possible," but Snoop's management didn't give them enough time to make arrangements.
- So, yeah, if a car full off people dressed as zombies is in a crash on the Interstate, that might make it hard for the medics to ID the survivors.
- Unclear about how many electrons are in shit? Consult the Periodic Table of Swearing.