January 20th, 2003



My wrist hurts like hell, I have bags under my eyes to an extent greater than normal, and the robots are awaiting orders.

People who cancelled are being shown photographic evidence of why they shouldn't have missed it. Expect pictures to be posted shortly.
  • Current Music
    Peter Gabriel, That Voice Again

Pictures up

I still need to get pictures and video from hiphopatcong, but these are a few drunken photographs I took of the evening. Look here, and expect a longer post later on.
  • Current Music
    Everyone and their granny jibber-Jabbering me...

SLEEEEEEEEP (http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=kingfox&itemid=36822)

runstaverun notes that i have not slept a normal night of sleep since Thursday night. I am going to crash, it will be very very bad. And my wrist hurts.

What slipped out and what slipped in?

The sleep police will rat out the lightning and things that were under Ducky's bed freshman year of Drew.

Sleep escaped me, and I stayed up all of last night on the phone, right now caniswolfie and runstaverun are standing over me, ordering me to SLEEEEEEP

My wrist hurts.

I'm goiong to start making mistakes now.
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So I had a party and some people came...

Mostly naked female covered in sushi and cellophane for sanitary reasons...I'm going to start this alphabetically so as not to miss anyone. Collapse )

What hasn't been said by now? What cracks do I fill in? No, avoid the obvious jokes please. Thanks to everyone for the amazing presents, from noelr's generous finds to kikibird and runstaverun both finding me Pikachu hands to make my `` ''s in conversation even funnier and helping me prepare for a real life. The robots from stepson and April fought in my office today, and people provided a variety of movies I shall enjoy watching... hopefully with some of those in my life.

To those who couldn't make it, for whatever reason, I'm sorry you weren't there. I was hoping to have Deryu and Aki talk with kikibird about Japan while Haas talked to runstaverun about Dreamcast. Oh well. It was a tightrope act, with a variety of people capable of going off on each other, like ex's of mine who expressed hatred for each other. Take some people that I'm already not always comfortable with, and I think it could have been a drama fruitcake. As it was? It worked out well. A good balance of people, from random prude shmivejournal to mean gin-swilling chair-throwing mrfantasy.

After most people left, I had an existential crisis at around four in the morning. I blame the absinthe, and assembling a soundtrack on my beloved Xbox a few late nights. While pouring back through my music collection, I uncovered music representing memes and perceptions of a person I once was... and some of those perspectives or patterns I missed. Combine that with a rush of the old and new in a tight place, lots of drinking, a close time with the greatest friends who I love so much, and I was a teary-eyed confused mess trying to find my place in the universe at four in the morning. Finally, I slept.

And woke up with aaronkliger and hiphopatcong looking at the latter's laptop. He took amazing shots of the evening, a video of sushi being devoured, and one shot of my ``shared moment'' with my Winnie Cooper. She desperately wants a copy of that image as well. The video made by a kid at the schoolyard, hiphopatcong in with the kids, was great. Eventually everyone woke up, and people slowly left. Finally it was the hosts and I. I cleaned, they cleaned, and we took turns passing out and playing Xbox. They played, I slept. I played with one of them, the other slept. We all slept. Finally, after a relaxing lazy day with those two hep cats, I went home.... just in time to have the existential crisis I held off return. On top of that, my Xbox was acting like a DJ to a teenage boy, playing all of the appropriate songs at just the right moments to stab me in the side. I was about to have neenerface call me, when the phone rang, and Winnie Cooper was there. We ended up talking until my alarm rang, and rang again, and rang again. Finally I got off the phone and ran to work. Needless to say, I'm a loon at this point, barely keeping together. After my weekly Joe at the Maison de windexcowboy, I'm going straight home and passing out. I tried napping, doing the Churchill method of keys in hand, but kept on waking up.

So tonight I sleep well. Thank you again for all responsible for one of the most amazing nights in my recent stretch of life on this rock.
  • Current Music
    Orbital, Bladerunner