Random bits
I have discovered the joys of the portable mp3 player. It’s teeny and holds like 30 songs. Gorgeous. So I’ve spent a alarming amount of the day alternating between ripping tracks and watching Buffy dvds (thank you amazon). I watched the musical episode with the commentary on, and while it was interesting, the creator of the show reminded me a lot (vocally) of this guy I hooked up with in Melb. I was kind of waiting for Joss Wendon to start talking animatedly about this cicada he’d caught, which is what Christian did right before I said I had to go.
As my neighbors have just learned, I cannot sing as well as Idina Menzel. Though volume should count for something.
I kind of blew a chance for a strings-free encounter with an adorable visiting Scot last night. Actually, I think we kind of blew it together. He was kind like an unintelligible, actually cute member of the Strokes. You know you’ve got a strong accent when people are looking to a guy from Liverpool to translate. But he was all Mr. “I’m shy and keep kind of wandering away from the table” guy. Then he appears and mumbles this bit about how cool I am, and I should keep doing what I’m doing (I presume he was talking about traveling because we’d been talking about OZ and NZ, but who really knows), and then how bummed he is that he has to leave with his friends, gives me this lingering cheek smooch, and disappears. On the plus side, I found a brand new Nalgene upon leaving the bar, and that’s at least a 12 dollar value. I am a total scavenger when I’m drunk. It was sitting next to a parked car and full of orange gatorade, which I did not drink. I will be boiling it.
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