(to the tune of Donovan's 'There Is A Mountain')

First there is a concert, then there is no concert, then there is
First there is a concert, then there is no concert, then there is

Donovan at Kleinahan's--I missed it cause I did not plan
Donovan at Kleinahan's--I missed it cause I did not plan

First there is a concert, then there is no concert, then there is
First there is a concert, then there is no concert, then there is

Reefer Madness ends next week, my ADD I've got to beat
Reefer Madness ends next week, my ADD I've got to beat

First there is a concert, then there is no concert, then there is
First there is a concert, then there is no concert, then there is

Random subjects

Cuteness: (e:lizabeth) sent me a to a cute shirt (at the very bottom of the linked page) that will put on threadless. I find it both completely stupid and completely profound at the same time, kind of like a William Carlos Williams poem . I want one.

On the PHP meeting: went well. The sponsors sprung for pizza at Casa di Pizza, which was cool. While it's more of a recruitment gimmick for a local tech company than anything else, it does somewhat fill the gap of the technology/programming clubs I left back in NC. I got to go bowling with the group afterwards, which is pretty cool.

On discovering honeycrisp apples: They are like crack that grows on trees. They are just that good. They are THE platonic form of what a good apple should sound, feel, and taste like. Wow.

I have come to two conclusions about this weekend.

1) I had a pretty activity-packed halloween; it certainly made up for all the weekends I spent inside doing nothing particularly useful.



2) There is nothing hotter than a hot librarian with a hollowed-out book dancing to techno.

Future parties:

First off, someone in Amherst is having a halloween techno party, and me and (e:ladycroft) have thought about going for about an hour (it's being hosted by the bald guy who was handing out fliers at the party last night). I've got 2-3 more slots in my car if anyone's interested (I'll be DD'ing). message/email/whatever me if you want to come along. Space in my car is limited, first come first serve. Here's a link to the party if you want to drive/go yourself.





Past parties:

I went to (e:ladycroft) 's party last night, in spite of me being absent-minded enough to think the party was happening the 31st (I know, I know, who the hell has a drinking party on a tuesday). Around 9:00PM last night, I realized my mistake and scrambled to get a costume. Everywhere else was closed, but Tops was open. They didn't have anything that would really fit a person older than 12....except in the Christmas section. So I did the only thing I could do, and bought an green "elf" stocking cap with ears on the side. My story would be that santa was now letting
Jews work into his factory as part of an expanded diversity program. I don't have any pictures but I'm guessing that I might appear in one or two posted by another peep.

Aftermath: I ended up have a lot of fun, but I did take a fall on the steps going out and I woke up with a butt-ache this morning. And to answer (e:lizabeth) 's phone texted question from last night, a great many cute chicas were spotted, a decent number talked to, but that's about the extent of it.

Had a fairly boring weekend until last night. Around 2:00AM, I heard this banging and thumping sound that sounded like it was coming from my house. The landlady and her college-age daughters who live can be rather loud at times, especially when they're fighting about something. I wrote it off as that and continued watching Futurama; I have a boring life, what can I say.

After several minutes, I was able to trace the yelling and crashing sounds to this group of several people running back and forth across the street; it wasn't actually coming from the house. People on the street can be loud, so I didn't think anything of it. Then I see these guys who are running around and yelling jump on top of cars and kick off their side mirrors from the doors. I was worried that either my car was going to be next (and therefore I needed someone to chase them away with) or that my car had already been abused (and I needed something to open a can of whoopass on their sorry hoodlum asses). After I retrieved said Item of Whoopass, that I probably couldn't have used anyways because doing so would cause too many problems for me, I saw that the thugs had already made their way down Utica.

My next-door neighbor called the cops, and probably 45 minutes later they arrived. Probably was a long response time, but then again, when they paid us a visit they had already nabbed the kids and had them in the car, so the 45 minutes was probably well-spent on their part. And as far as I can tell, my car received no damage.

While this area of Buffalo I live in is not necessarily a "bad neighborhood", it does have it's sketchier moments. It's sort of like being in a stretch of ocean where most of the time you have normal, somewhat interesting fish swim by, occasionally you have a really beautiful fish swim by, and once in a while you have a shark swim by. Last night, it was the sharks who paid us a visit.

I seriously need to invest in some home security paraphenalia, preferably of the Vermont's finest sugar-maple kind used for hitting baseballs with.

Today, I saw the Prestige. Wow. The critics really have it wrong on this one. Hollywood finally bucks its stupid remake trend and produces a fascinating film with original ideas that make you think just a little, and I wish they would recognize it. It was a little long, and the plot was a little too twisty, but it was really good.