Gig done / speech done / beer drunk /egos smoothed / back room plotting / photos taken /all that shit. Most of the stuff is on the sevcom front page is all I really need to say. The M Squared night was great too but no pictures up yet as far as I can tell. It’d be nice to have incriminating photos of more old folks than me and Dave Mason. And Stewart, he got caught too.
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There sure were a lot of crazy women this week. I mean like a balloon full of unicycles crazy. Like “oh jeezuz christ please don’t let that one be coming for me” … It will be seriously nice to go back into hiding where people don’t oscillate between insane hate and adoration every 50Hz. Crazy women are an alternative energy source.
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And the Shitmagician lives. Tales from the Crypt. The Curse of the Mummy. You either know or you don’t want to know about the Shitmagician. But HE LIVES.
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Anyway that was a good birthday. Maybe a thousand people? Probably about 900. I am tired now like that aeroplane tired when you hit the airport after a 24 hour flight. Rowboat wobble tired.
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