the (a) night

let's see:
i didn't get run over by the taxi, primarily because i didn't trust him to stop on time. he just made it, then screamed at me for taking unnecessary risk: he *shouldn't* have been driving that fast, he *should* have begun easing on the brake when he saw me crossing the road (from a hundred metres away), *and* i didn't actually move in front of him until i was certain he wasn't going to hit me.

i fail to see where i went wrong.

until it got stupidly crowded, the music was great and the people seemed pretty cool. i managed to sort out my ticket, too, so that's another item checked off the list.

on my way home, i was the victim of drive-by chip theft. that was weird.

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the obama seder: cute.

i thought thc vegetables was a startlingly good idea; i wonder if it's real?

i still dig the everything is ok guy :)

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the guy who asked me for wedding songs? after a number of failed attempts, i found what they both like: sneaker pimps and portishead. in particular: m'aidez and sour times

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i failed to find the prog remix of mauro picotto - lizard that i was looking for, but went on a picotto binge anyway:

mauro picotto - pulsar
mauro picotto - iguana
mauro picotto - komodo

which then all reminded me of zombie nation - that's some serious nostalgia.