Doomtown

Neesa Johnson, LMT. THE USUAL UNUSUAL DISCLAIMER: I certify that the information given in this interview is correct and accurately reflects my past and current thoughts and feelings regarding the spa industry. I will notify the interviewer of any changes in mind-set, but probably not, because I totally know what I’m talking about. Like, seriously. I understand the information requested will assist the interviewer as well as the general public (who have no idea just how crazy the industry can get) in finding the right spa/massage therapist/etc. I totally give consent to have these questions blogged for all to see, and am not being held at gunpoint by the interviewer until I answer all of her questions so that she can make her deadline because she is running late with her post yet again. Honest... help me! Karma Girl: When did you first know you wanted to become a massage therapist instead of a doctor, lawyer, or pony…Not that I’ve ever wanted to be any of those things. ...

I hate out calls, and not just because of the seedy connotations the term brings up. Just google the word, and you'll see what I mean. No, I will not "enlarge" so you can take down Cassie's digits. Pervert. For those of you not "looking for a good time", an outcall is when the massage therapist comes to you. My spa offers this service (The legal kind. Not the happy ending type.). My boss won't force a therapist to do an outcall, but seeing as you get half the amount of the massage plus gratuity, it's a damn tempting offer. Still, it's the type of work I dread for various reasons. First, there's the hassle of schlepping a portable table to the clients location. This isn't so bad if they're located at the same hotel as the spa, but if they're staying at the Ritz or Harrah's or any of the dozen or so hotels in the area, I have to worry about transporting the thing across town. This isn't fun, especially when my bo...

I was beating my head against the wall trying to come up with a movie to review when my friend and fellow blogger/writer James Butler mentioned the new Daredevil series. I haven't seen it yet, but when I have the time, I plan to sit down to binge watch as many episodes as I possibly can without destroying my marriage. My first thought was, "Maybe I should review the first episode." And then I thought, "Wait. Wasn't I feeling guilty about something? Certainly I did somebody wrong some time in my life. Why don't I rewatch Daredevil the movie as penance?" That's exactly what I did. Not only are my sins forgiven, I may have actually made myself a virgin again in the process. I can even perform miracles. I can't walk on water yet, but I've been practicing on rain puddles, so any day now. And yet, still not as bad as Fifty Shades . Congratulations, E.L. James. You've lowered the bar. You've lowered the bar. [ View the story...

Adande Thorne, AKA Swoozie! I always feel like I'm last to the party. Like to the point where it's 4 a.m. and the other guests are long gone and the host is all, "Party's over, bub. And hey, did I even invite you? Who the hell are you, anyway?" It's my own fault that I wait until the last minute to show up, or even bother to show up at all. That's how I feel about blogging, Facebook, YouTube, and pretty much life in general. I started my blog in 2005 when everyone had one, and even then, it was starting to get old. The whole idea of blogging, I mean. I don't even know what possessed me to start Doomtown, but I did. And I updated. Sporadically. I think I even went an entire year without writing an entry. Because...my life is so...full? Maybe I knew you guys needed a break from my constant whining. I get half a dozen of these a day on Facebook. Don't know why. When Facebook came out in 2006, I had no intention of joining. I had enough ...