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things i like:
rock'n'roll, country, punk & metal.
bands that combine all four successfully.
design, graphic & interior.
the intersection of philosophy & sociology.
ampersands.
andrew wk.
emergent gameplay, of the videogaming variety.
cursing.
beards.
beer.
bbq.
cjlo.
deep fried everything.
americana.
making lists
, including this one of my life's ambitions, and these of things on my mind at the time.

feedback: @angelidotca or ask me anything you'd like here.

i took a trip! read about it here.

evidence of my lame yuppie side on my (gasp!) house blog here.

Last night’s sleeptalking: 

… was plentiful (thanks, Thai food!). Unfortunately, this chattiest bit was pretty much indecipherable, and is a good example of what most of it sounds like (bed creaking included). 

There was more of it, including a whispered, but clearly audible “I don’t know” and “no problem” from various points in the night. I particularly enjoyed the “Ow. Ow… OW” from around 4am. I’m pretty sure that one came from a cat trying to climb me in my dreams.

Did I mention there were cats? Lots of wish fulfillment dreams last night, including one which featured literal piles of chicks, kittens, baby bunnies and baby ducks all swarming together. It was like a neverending river of adorable.

As usual, the waking world is a snoozefest by comparison. 

Anyways, if you can figure out what I’m saying in the clip above, you get a cookie.