Exhibit 1.3.25

I Live Here Now



If you need to get in touch with and/or commit a crime against me, this is the place.

Exhibit 26.18

Artifacts from Here

Entrepreneurial Chicken



Apple Shrine



Pillow Doghouse



Monster


Sometimes I think my ancestors robbed a passing wagon train in the 1850s and have decorated using the plunder ever since. I'm not making fun of anyone, of course. I just find all this stuff amazing. Like, if you asked me where to get a wicker chicken, I wouldn't have the slightest idea. Or at least I wouldn't have before. Now I know: my new apartment.

And thanks to the Randian spirit of my new roommate/business partner/chicken, I've already reserved the URL for my Houston-based apartment listing website: Realty Bits.

Okay, very little of that is true.

Exhibit 26.17

Today in Apartment Searching

"Big, separate living and dining room, the original REALITY BITES building, hardwoods." --from a building's description.

It's been years since I've seen that movie--and even then I don't think I ever saw it from beginning to end, more like the way I've seen Die Hard II over the course of 28 unique and out-of-order TBS viewings--but apparently Reality Bites took place in Houston. Incidentally, learning this sort of solves the movie for me. I mean, I've got a pretty good idea why reality bit.

I don't even know if they're serious or not, but either way it's pretty great to use a 15-year-old movie about malaise as a feature, as if it's a dishwasher or something (the apartment does not, notably, have a dishwasher, thus ensuring another disaffected generation).

Either way, I want to believe Ethan Hawke's character is living there. I want to believe they call him Okie, and every time he's carrying his groceries up the steps his apple-cheeked neighbors beg him to tell stories about the Candlebox.