- [It should be pointed out that I ate a big ol' poutine at 10pm last night, and a fist sized piece of raw daikon earlier in the evening, and that this happened after I apparently rolled over and laid a noisy kiss on Andrew's shirt.]
- "It feels like you're still reading to me."
- Okay. What do you mean?
- "Well it just feels like, you know, like you're still reading to me. Does it feel like you're still reading to me?"
- "Why not?"
- Because I'm not reading to you.
- "Oh, okay."
rock'n'roll, country, punk & metal.
bands that combine all four successfully.
design, graphic & interior.
the intersection of philosophy & sociology.
emergent gameplay, of the videogaming variety.
deep fried everything.
making lists, including this one of my life's ambitions, and these of things on my mind at the time.
i took a trip! read about it here.
evidence of my lame yuppie side on my (gasp!) house blog here.