I don't know why this occurred to me today, cause it hasn't happened in a week or two, but it did so here goes: When Travis and I are hanging out and going around town, doing whatever it is that we do, he likes to chat folks up, typically to tell them that we're filmmakers and that we're making a movie-it's called Speaking Japanese, I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned that. Personally, I'd just a soon go about my day without really talking to anyone, particularly strangers. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a conversation and I love it when I see people I know and get a chance to talk with them for a second-saw Becky today which was nice, I forget how damn tall she is-but I'd just rather go through my day with as little talking as possible-"You're such a hermit." But not Travis, he'll let anyone know-well, any woman really-all about what we're up to. And, invariably, the person he's talking to will go, "Hm, really," with an air that says, "There's something you're not telling me." It was when we were sitting at Perfectly Frank's over by campus and he was chatting up our server-her name was Emiliy and she was pretty good at her job-that it occurred to me: they think we're pornagraphers. Two young guys, talking up a server-but let's not mix words, a waitress-telling her all about the movie they're making. Sounds a little fishy yeah? You know what the clincher is? What made me realize why they think that? We both have beards. They think we're pornagraphers because of our fucking beards. It couldn't be that we both just happen to prefer having facial hair and not like the way we look clean shaven, oh no, to them our beards are symbols of our perversion and big fucking neon signs saying "Stay the hell away from these guys, they want to film you naked." God dammit.