I woke up at 4am after falling asleep on the futon post-agadashi tofu, and spent 11 or so hours playing with *things* on the computer (most importantly xslt rocks!); when you dissolve into states such as the one I just mentioned, there is no way in hell you can tear yourself away from the computer until eating or peeing becomes such a pressing need that you are forced to deal.
I was forced to deal around 3:00pm this afternoon (hunger).
Ran down to Illegal Pete’s for a throw ‘em up, smack it down burrito and a beer. Plopped down outside at a table with a table-umbrella, whipped out McLuhan’s Understanding The Media (because it fits in my back pocket; older version of the book, not big pockets) and put Orbital: Blue Album (still) in my ears, thus creating a mobile bubble that keeps me semi-immune to the cavortings of people on Sunday.
And while I was sitting there, someone snuck up to the table and slipped a piece of paper under my ipod and snuck away just as quickly.
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It did make me smile. It’s like Pleasantville. City of Heroes also makes me smile. It’s not like Pleasantville at all.
