Work has been sucking the life and joy out of my life. I find having week night plans helps with the decompressing. I forgot what I did Monday night, but Tuesday I worked out, Wednesday I went to a talk about high cholesterol at Eddie V’s (free Eddie V’s!), enjoyed my first game of putt putt in years, and yesterday (Thursday), I went to Chuck Palahniuk’s book signing for his new book, Snuff.
I only read one of his books prior and Fight Club is one of my favorite movies but I knew his book signing is something I’d definitely want to go to. To be able to flesh out the most banal situations and not be known criminal fascinates me. I was a little bummed spending 45 dollars on a book signing for tickets when usually they’re free but he really was worth every penny.
I’ve been sharing the anecdotes he revealed at the signing all day today. I am quite taken with him. A lot more after the signing.
All three of us forgot our cameras so we made due with Stephen’s cell phone camera.
Snuff: A porn star tries to break the world record by sleeping with 600 men in one movie. While waiting in line 2 hours before the event started (the first 200 get their signed books personalized), anal beads were passed out as bookmarks.


The last time he was in Austin was at Barnes and Noble. (The sold out audience boo’ed. It’s Austin, we like to keep our city weird which means the more independent/local businesses the better.) He had 32 written complaints from customers after his reading. So this time, he threw out ear plugs.


He threw out blow up dolls before his reading of a forever unpublished piece of his and had a blowing contest. Winner gets copies of one of his favorite books.

Tall Stephen caught a girl blow up doll and participated.

There was an interview after the reading. One of my favorite parts of the signing was two stories of two people he met at book signings. Here’s one of the stories:
Guy shows Chuck a heavy trash bag full of Polaroids. It’s his artwork. Single people in various levels of undress, slumped to one side, asleep. Chuck learns through bizarre dialogue that these people are dead. The guy worked? works? in a sex club for years now and sometimes people die of heart attacks or drug overdoses. His job is to check for dead people. He takes pictures of each one before he calls them in.

Then it was blow up doll time again. Tall Stephen caught me one and we both participated.


Afterwards, we waited another 2 hours to get our book personalized. We were there from 5pm to 11:30pm. The two hour wait made us cranky. It was cold.
But then we got our prize! He signed my Snuff with, “Smile for the cameras!”
Get it?