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I'm in my favorite coffee shop again. I'm biding my time, so I'm going to write everything that occurs to me. Do some serious stream of consciousness.
My left hand is a terrible speller. I'm eating a bagel with ham (overpriced) and typing with the left. I keep typoing with Lefty, but I would never leave such a vital responsibility as both holding food and conveying it to my mouth to the clumsy bastard. It's not his fault he's a bad typist though. Him and Righty are a team at that task.
Every time I get a new album from a band I like, I hate it. Mostly it's just fear of the unfamiliar. Pretty soon I warm up to it, get obsessed with it, listen to nothing else, then forget about it in favor of the new new album.
Except for Dethklok.
I'm still pondering what to get my little brother for Christmas. Mom, covered. Step dad, covered. The Luke though...that's a tough one.
There's a dude invading my space right now. He seems to be putting up a flier over my shoulder. Like, right behind me. It's totally weirding me out. I don't like people being right behind me. What's it say?
Celestial DNA Exhibit Lecture: Human Types, a Key to Understanding Along with a Sacred Movements Presentation
Know thyself and thou shalt know all the mysteries of the universe
-Hermes Trismegistus
Bollocks.
I wonder how weird I look apparently transcribing the flier behind me.
Heh. Tri-SMEG-istus.
I'm so glad I can write in HTML. Sure, it's more work than just writing in rich text, but I don't even see the code anymore. All I see is bold, table, hyperlink.
There's a very interesting flier for a death metal band. The art is of an anthropomorphic sheep dude in a suit holding the leash of a lioness babe made up like Betty Paige. The style of the art is disturbingly familiar...
Zygoats: Hotter Than a Crotch
Oh come on! Children come in here! Though I doubt they even glance at the bulletin board.
Hey. If you live outside of Humboldt county, do you know who Duane Flatmo is? If you don't but you've bought a beer from Six Rivers, you've seen his art. Just stay away from that tangerine shit. Get the Downtown Brown or the 8 Ball Stout. Seriously. Tangerine beer? Glurk.
Holy balls! The next Monkey Island games comes out tomorrow! Sweet.
If he were even real, Jesus had to poop. Think about it.
It's buttass cold here by the door.
Time to go home. Time to go home and watch Venture Bros. and Mystery Science Theater.
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