Sunday, February 8, 2009

New Video: Me at Comix!

Hey, Gang.

Fabulous comedian and greatest man on earth Josh Homer was kind enough to upload my most recent set at Comix in NYC. Since some of you asked to see it when it was available, here goes!


Adam Sank at Comix 12-29-08

Homo on tape.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Me Exposed

Hey, All.

So we'll get back to the Ventura story shortly, but first, a new interview with me just appeared on a cool gay music blog called Muzophile. The blogger made sure to post every trashy photo of me ever known to exist online, so enjoy it (or don't).

Click below to check it out.

Click here for the ADAM SANK Interview in the MUZOPHILE BLOG
Say hey to Adam Sank on MySpace
Visit MUZOPHILE on MySpace
Get this ad at the MUZOPHILE BLOG

Homo naked.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

And to All a Good Nite (Part 1)

I have much to tell you about my Ventura Highway adventure, but first, two rather bizarre blog-related developments:

As many of you know, I host content-related advertising on this site in an effort to earn a few extra pennies. (And they really are merely pennies.) Due to my long-time mallet finger situation, a number of ads relate to hand injuries, splints and what have you. Sometimes I'll get ads for movies or TV shows, which makes sense given that I often blog about them. And I've noticed a preponderance of ads for Lowe's stores, I guess stemming from all the home improvements I wrote about before moving to San Diego.

But there's simply no explaining an ad that appeared last week. It was for a Belgian hamburger chain called Quick.
I cannot fathom what I wrote that would have attracted the attentions of a Belgian hamburger chain. I've never been to Belgium, and I only rarely eat hamburgers. (They're delicious, but the bun is too carb-filled for my diet.) Oh well, c'est la vie.

Even stranger was a comment I recently received on a post I wrote back on Aug. 25, 2008, entitled, "Notes on a Salad." I wrote in part:

I just need to get out of this apartment and start earning. If not, one day soon Boy Wonder will return from work to find me passed out on the sofa in a house dress, a casserole burning in the oven, an empty bottle of Valium by my side.

Here's the comment that arrived nearly five months later:

My name is Paul Harris and i would like to show you my personal experience with Valium.

I am 55 years old. Have been on Valium for 20 days now. I decided to get off of all benzos after much reading and having a friend who was abusing Xanax kill himself (may have been other issues, too). I was taking about 4 mg of Klonopin daily. I read a lot of the reseach on benzos by Dr. Heather Ashton, one of the world's leading authorities on benzos. I was shocked to see her equivalency table for Klonopin and Xanax. 1 mg of Klonopin or Xanax is equel to 20 mg of Valium. That's right, 20!! Plus, Klonopin and Xanax have nasty side effects. That did it for me. No more benzos!! Because Valium has the longest half-life of any benzo and the least side effects, I'm using it and water-titration to get off Klonopin, a method widly used in Europe. 10% reduction every 10-14 days. So far so good.

I have experienced some of these side effects -
Headache, drowsiness in the morning. Hard time getting my Dr. to prescribe and go along with treatment program. Valium supposedly is far less addicting than some other benzos, with far fewer side effects. I hope that turns-out to be true.

I hope this information will be useful to others,
Paul Harris

VERY useful. Thanks for sharing, Paul.

OK, so Ventura: First, I was shocked and disappointed to discover that there is no such thing as Ventura Highway. There's a Ventura Freeway and a Ventura Boulevard, but no Ventura Highway. Why America didn't just call the song "Ventura Freeway" is beyond me. Also, while there was, in fact, a free wind blowing through my hair, there were no alligator lizards in the air.

I am thankful for that.

'Why haven't you called Geico?'

I will say that the part of Ventura Highway near to Ventura is a helluva lot nicer than the part near to L.A. Driving in or around L.A. really is the most terrifying thing in the world for me. I'll be driving up the 5, peacefully enjoying six wide lanes of sparse traffic, listening contentedly to my audiobook when suddenly, just past Anaheim, the traffic increases tenfold, and the lanes narrow, crack and twist into blind curves. It is then that I hear Axl Rose's voice declaring: ""You know where you are? You're in the jungle, baby! You're gonna die!"

Kn-kn-kn-kn-kn-kn-kn-knees! Knees!

On this trip, I also discovered the existence of something called the I-405, otherwise known as the San Diego Freeway. The San Diego Freeway begins in Irvine and ends in the San Fernando Valley. In other words, it doesn't pass within 75 miles of San Diego. What happened -- did they run out of money?

But enough about the roads. On to more important matters... like the motel.

I stayed at the optimistically named Good Nite Inn in Camarillo. I had expected Camarillo to be pronounced like Amarillo, but with a "C." In fact, it is pronounced in a way that would have pleased my high school Spanish teacher, SeƱor Stein: Ca-ma-REE-yo. Anyway, my first glimpse of the Good Nite Inn was encouraging:

Not the Four Seasons, but not bad for $47 a night, right?

Then, upon arriving at my room, I noted the following sign on the outside wall:

Good Nite, Indeed!

Reproductive harm notwithstanding, my overnight stay was fine. (Though I'd advise anyone planning a visit to the Good Nite Inn to bring his own pillows rather than trying to sleep on the tiny stone tablets provided).

The Good Nite Inn is located on Ventura Blvd., which is essentially a service road to Ventura Freeway. For some reason, the motel's designers thought it would be a good idea to build the bathtub-sized pool on the highway side. Of course, this did not deter me from some poolside relaxation in the waning hours of the afternoon.

Camarillo Dreamin'

Funny thing: I took this picture with the intention of showing you all how ridiculous this pool was. But it actually came out looking kind of nice.
Which only proves that pictures lie.

Of course, had I known what awaited me in Ventura, I might never have left the pool.

End of Part 1.

Homo to be continued.