Another nice day. I'm glad it will be cloudy again soon.
Went downtown, ate Thai for lunch, walked back up to Blend, had coffee, talked about bands and trust and how it makes no sense that I wasn't hired for that job.
Resolved it by saying that the lobby had fake plants anyway, and I couldn't long stand a place with fake plants.
Tonight is gaming night. We sit around my living room table, eat chips and salsa, and the others drink beer. We project ourselves into the dystopian future where we are criminals, running SIM chips is our business, and business is always dangerous. A worthy distraction from what would otherwise be an evening of passive entertainment.
I woke with the idea of remaking Christian Death's "Spiritual Cramp" in a Tori Amos imitation, but then realized that my voice doesn't go high enough. Instead, you get the Ultra-gother-than-even-Christian-Death version, complete with only mildly affected Satanic poet-voice.
...But I decided that you don't get to hear it.
Went downtown, ate Thai for lunch, walked back up to Blend, had coffee, talked about bands and trust and how it makes no sense that I wasn't hired for that job.
Resolved it by saying that the lobby had fake plants anyway, and I couldn't long stand a place with fake plants.
Tonight is gaming night. We sit around my living room table, eat chips and salsa, and the others drink beer. We project ourselves into the dystopian future where we are criminals, running SIM chips is our business, and business is always dangerous. A worthy distraction from what would otherwise be an evening of passive entertainment.
I woke with the idea of remaking Christian Death's "Spiritual Cramp" in a Tori Amos imitation, but then realized that my voice doesn't go high enough. Instead, you get the Ultra-gother-than-even-Christian-Death version, complete with only mildly affected Satanic poet-voice.
...But I decided that you don't get to hear it.