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My fever dreams were filled with mutexes and multi-threaded programming madness.

I still need a drink. Who's buying?

I'm in a 'Beach Blanket Bingo' kind of mood.

Fuck, today was draining. It's a wonder I didn't lose it. Buy me a drink, sailor, and I'll show you a good time.

You told me I could order the moon, babe, just as long as I shoot what I want.

I don't know about you dudes, but I'm happy with a stack of new comic books and a spot on the beach on a sunny day. Though the people surfing in Huntington made me itchy to get back into the ocean.

Edit: buttonbutton was right to chastize me.

So I went to see Amon Tobin by myself tonight at the Knitting Factory. I haven't had so much fun at a show in a while. There's something liberating in dancing with no inhibitions and no worries that you'll embarass yourself in front of someone you will have to face the next day. Anyhooo, it was funny to see all the familiar characters one sees...
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I'm not sure just what I did to deserve you
I'm not complaining, God forbid,
I just don't understand
Tell me why haven't you had enough of me
How have I managed to make you love me?

I'm in a singing mood. Who wants to be serenaded?

Well, we're in the final stretch run for the game, and guess who is on the finaling team, again, for when we submit to the console manufacturers for certification? Sigh. I guess it comes with the territory, when you're the memory card monkey. Speaking of memory cards, please don't mention them in my presence. There's a good chance I could get stabby on you.

After...
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The Wedding Present were top notch last night, though I am biased. I've been a David Gedge fan since 1991 (though, unlike some audience members last night, I don't want to sleep with him). My only complaints:

1) The microphone volume was way too loud. Actually, Mr. Gedge should learn not to sing too close to it.

2) They should have distributed handbooks on Esperanto...
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So when I have my headphones on, I tend to sing to myself. This is an indavertent habit and I had thought that I never sing loudly, a la Julie Andrews. But apparently I do, because someone has complained about it. You have to be a big curmudgeon to be bothered by my humming/singing.

Last night I dreamt I'd forgotten my name
'Cause I sold my soul but I woke just the same
I'm so lonely, I wish I was the moon tonight

You know that I like to act the part of being tough
but I crumble like a sugarcube for you

In other news, I had a racy dream about someone that I shouldn't be dreaming about.

Another gloriously sunny day in Southern California and all I want to do is play my guitar and putter about the apartment. Boy, I'm pooped. Staying up late talking about the efficacy of political ideologies to create an egalitarian society, while killing bugs on your XBOX dev kit will do that to you.

I feel I shouldn't waste this day. First, breakfast with my aunt...
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