We are two pro clowns who live in a 1922 bungalow in Portland Oregon.
Every few days people from around the world come through and stay in the rooms.
We clowns can ignore them or be very helpful. We don't own the house but we do love it. Sometimes we become "single serving friends" having adventures with the guests. People ask if we work here. Nope we are just the clowns who live in the attic.
A wonderful trick or treat from a fan of punk rock with a green thumb. Much thanks for pitching in to the clowns. The legal limit is a zip right? This is about a zip (zip=1oz.) It's amazing folks can grow this plant past the rainy season. Usually they find out the hard way that mold is a thing. This seems to have come out swimmingly well. It sticks to the wall. lol. Our only guest Halloween night was a woman from Ireland. She is going to go home telling folks that Americans get huge jars of weed for Halloween.
Hope ya got some laughs from this blog Like what we do? We live out of a tip jar (sometimes chicken sometimes feathers) if you are in a place to keep our sunny side up and rubber side down then feel free to drop off a donation at our website. http://oliveanddingo.com/donate/
Hope ya got some laughs from this blog Like what we do? We live out of a tip jar (sometimes chicken sometimes feathers) if you are in a place to keep our sunny side up and rubber side down then feel free to drop off a donation at our website. http://oliveanddingo.com/donate/
Hope ya got some laughs from this blog Like what we do? We live out of a tip jar (sometimes chicken sometimes feathers) if you are in a place to keep our sunny side up and rubber side down then feel free to drop off a donation at our website. http://oliveanddingo.com/donate/ Thanks! It's a great town to be a clown.
Last night we got to catch up with our friend after a long time and many life chapter changes. As we went over the past few years we kept saying, "Yeah, I saw that." about each other's life, art, and health. This makes me question if we actually were, "catching up."
We were only physically separated but online, none of us missed a beat. We communicated and have been encouraging to one another for the whole time. Now "catching up" means getting the full story and actually hearing each other giggle. Hope ya got some laughs from this blog Like what we do? We live out of a tip jar (sometimes chicken sometimes feathers) if you are in a place to keep our sunny side up and rubber side down then feel free to drop off a donation at our website. http://oliveanddingo.com/donate/
Olive was feeling ill so I cuddled her to sleep early. We both passed out. I got up at 6; it was still dark.
Stove said 6:00 as I made coffee. Olive got up feeling much better and started putting her clown drag on. Then she discovered something important. It was 6 pm, not 6am... We only slept a couple hours. We are 14 hours away from needing to be making these moves. Time warp.
Water is a big deal. I been a fan since forever. Plastic water bottles gross me out something fierce. Plastic bottles are a blight on the world. We need a better option. I was wondering how many people need them to survive. I decided early on to start asking the folks who come through our house if they like drinking the tap water in their hometowns. This won't be a comprehensive list because I didn't record most of my findings but I will continue to update this post as I collect more opinions. Do you drink tap water at home? London No Scotland Yes Santa Barbra CA. gross Las Vegas No Boston Yes Shanghai, China NO way (boil zone) Vancouver, BC YES Cleveland NO Shreveport La. Yes New Orleans La. No Amarillo Texas No New Zealand Yes Osaka Japan Yes Paris France Yes (they thought our water was whack) New York city No Minneapolis Yes Seattle Yes Cincinnati (whatever)
Last night I was kicking it with a couple young bucks from Japan. We don't speak the same language but they communicated really well that they wanted beer. I took them to get some beers nearby, for the adventure... I don't drink anymore. :) On the way, one of them was telling me he is way into lap. I didn't know what lap was until he started scratching and beat boxing. He said he is in a rap group called, "The red gang." I quickly had to ask him, "So, do you gangsters commit a lot of crimes?" Him: "NO NO NO not criminal." Good to know kid. Dig this.
We are at 39th and Powell Safeway, maybe not the best place to tell anyone you are in a red gang. They were in the store a long time marveling at the scale of the Safeway food mall. The Japanese men got themselves some good beers but only drank a couple because apparently they also tried grass for the first time with a clown. That limited how much beer they were gonna be into but they did have a great time chilling with me on the porch. Here he is teaching me Japanese phrases for my collection.
I thought someone in the neighborhood was playing the saw. Then I realized it's Olive exploring the highest pitches of her voice. Sounds like a theremin doing an impression of a car alarm. I'm outside and it's pretty loud even though she is inside on the third floor. It must be coming up from the vents. lol I love when she sings covers of heavy metal songs. Olive makes Judas Priest sound like a Disney movie. http://oliveanddingo.com/donate/
