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T.G.I.F. I've always wanted to say that. And not just because there was a T.G.I. Friday's near my house growing up but my parents would never take us there because the girl next door swears she found a Band-Aid in her hamburger or something. Or maybe it was the other way around. In fact, the more I think about it, it probably didn't even happen at all. From where I'm standing, the T.G.I. Friday's people seem to run a tight ship and have been serving up delicious and affordable meals for your entire family for basically as long as I can remember, so the odds of them dropping a goddamn Band-Aid into one of their dishes aren't exactly great . Then again, I've never been there, so I can't really say for sure. Love the sign, though. Someday, someday.

Getting back to that whole T.G.I.F. thing, however, the reason I bring it up is that for the majority of my adult life, I have avoided working in a 9-5 type situation where Friday comes along and there is a reason to get really excited since ...

Hi. How are you? Thursdays, am I right? It's crazy to think that there are just a couple more days of me sitting here and blogging like the wind here on the Powell's site. This past Monday seems a world away. We were just kids then, weren't we? And it seemed like anything was possible. And — ha! — what was I thinking with the hair? Live and learn, I guess. At least we'll be able to look back and laugh at the funny pictures for a long, long time to come.

Anyway, it's my second day back in New York City after my brief West Coast invasion, and I am settling back into things reasonably well, despite all those weird stares I keep getting for some reason. I go to the same coffee shop, Grounded, in the West Village, pretty much every day when I'm in town. It's great. I saw Glenn Close there once and everything, something that — being a guy from Cleveland and all — really makes a morning special (you know, because of the glitz ...

Hello and happy Wednesday. Today I write to you from New York City, the place I live in an apartment all by myself because I am a grown man. I got in last night after a largely uneventful flight home from San Francisco. I slept for about half the flight and — as a result — missed the in-flight meal and beverage service, something I really look forward to as it really breaks up all the time I spend flipping through the pages of SkyMall and ogling at all the cool things I would like to have embroidered with the logo of my imaginary company where I am the leading regional sales manager for five years running now. And since I missed all the food and beverages, I also managed to not have to go to the bathroom for the entire flight, which left me sitting in my coach seat for the most part motionless for more than five hours. I keep reading about people getting blood clots as a result of such in-flight inactivity, and I flew into a mild panic somewhere over ...

Hi. It's Dave again, you know, from yesterday. Today I write to you from lovely San Francisco, where last night I did a show at the Punchline with the great Mike Drucker and Jesse Elias, two hilarious guys with incredible hair. I've been mixing it up between doing readings and comedy shows on my book tour. The readings make me feel like the classy author I wanted my mother to be proud of, and with the comedy shows you get free drink tickets and maybe some chicken wings or something, and — if you play your cards right — there is a very good chance you could wake up on some stranger's bathroom floor the next morning or afternoon. In short, they are both very exciting in very different ways. So far, I am finding the readings to be a bit scarier. I mean, don't get me wrong, I can totally read and have done so in front of a room full of people staring at me many times before , but for some reason, on this, my first book tour ever, I keep thinking everyone just ...

Hi. How are you? I'm really great. Thanks so much for asking. I'm guessing they probably already put my name somewhere around this blog entry telling you that I am Dave Hill, a guy whose first book Tasteful Nudes totally just came out and stuff. But — in case they didn't — I am Dave Hill,a guy whose first book Tasteful Nudes totally just came out and stuff. I'm really excited to be blogging on the incredible Powell's site this week, not just because I love harnessing the power of the Internet whenever possible and am also thrilled that the people at this library have finally agreed to let me use the computers again after what happened, but also because — wow — look at this font! I also like Powell's a lot and have totally been to their store and everything. Here's how it all went down:

I was in Portland a month or so ago for the Bridgetown Comedy Festival (a reputable festival held right there in town, right near all the shops), when I ...