LIVE CHAT - OTIS ELEVATOR CO.
Riding the Live Chat train one more week.
So as I wrote a couple weeks ago in another Live Chat post - about my potential final live chat with a human named Mitch on The North Face site - I did a bunch of these live chats years ago, way back when I was making Delocated, and before infuriating AI chat assistants were commonplace. The live chats started with me and Time Warner Cable, asking what channel Cartoon Network was on, and had they seen Delocated, etc. If you haven’t, make sure to go back and read the previous two North Face live chat posts.
I had originally posted the live chats on an old Tumblr that started as a Delocated blog. Not exactly good foresight for whenever Delocated ended and I started doing other things and was then stuck with what was basically a Delocated-themed blog in both name and design.
Not the biggest deal, but mildly annoying, even if in a good way, and at some point I felt the need to add a disclaimer:
Anywaaaaaaay…here’s a better photo of that incredible ski mask and dog ski mask.
Both were made by the artist Olek, and photographed by Matthew Salacuse, for a Delocated article in Juxtapoz magazine back in 2012.
We also had another absolutely stunning ski mask made for that article, this one by Laura Birek
As I continue to roll out Asshole And The City and figure out what I want to post each week or so, I felt like I wanted to keep going with the live chats. This week, at least. Nothing felt quite right to post after Trump absolutely fucking ruined the entire NBA Finals Game 3 vibe for New Yorkers (and anyone who isn’t a complete and total piece of shit) by going to the game and making it all about himself, which required the area surrounding all of Madison Square Garden to be blocked off for security purposes, which in turn absolutely ruined the experience for the thousands of fans who had been gathering regularly for jam packed watch parties outside MSG. Which in turn hurt all the adjacent businesses. All so this self-absorbed scumbag could do an embarrassingly performative, stolen valor salute during the national anthem (GET RID OF IT AT SPORTING EVENTS) and then cozily fall asleep in his box next to another fellow douche.
I’m just bummed that Jalen Bruson didn’t turn out to be a Manchurian Candidate, Naked Gun-esque sleeper agent.

Not yet, at least. Still a few more games to see if something happens that wouldn’t feel the least bit insane in a day and age that has completely transcended parody.
Anywaaaaaaay…this is also my first post that has a paywall, and from here, I am planning on doing that for most posts. That may change some day.
For now, my aim is to have this page become a supplemental comedic venture, including more than writing. There will be video. Perhaps a podcast. Definitely some live stuff, including a potential “live” live chat.
Again, just NOT…TONIGHT.
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