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A nine on your random encounter die...

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

run the fuck away

Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

A nine on your random encounter die...

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run the fuck away
...that means some randomness. I went uptown with Cate as she left for school today. While there I met:

a) Random Creepy Old Guy - he saw Barry (stick, chaos monasticism, remember that?) and thought for a moment it was a bow, which prompted a long rant about his experience as an archer. Admittedly, I helped induce that rant by mentioning I knew a bit about archery.

b) Tammy... crap, I remembered her name earlier. When I was in high school there were the Tammies, Tammi Street and Tammy Bringelson (I knew it would come to me). I ran into Tammy Bringelson (and damn, I remembered being shorter than her when I graduated!) who now lives in Albany and has a cute four month old lump named Maggie.

c) George- some guy was out jamming on a guitar, and was pretty good. I stopped to listen which lead to a short conversation. I gave him some contact info and we may jam together in the near future. He has a friend that can set up gigs at the only coffee shop in Kingston. That's right, the _only_ one. Told you this town was barbaric! Sad as it sounds, we don't even have a _Starfucks_.

"America, the only nation in the world to move from barbarism to decadence without an intervening period of civilization." - Oscar Wilde.

Time to go harass some job openings.
  • Barbaric?
    My town doesn't have a bookstore.
    The county has over 250 churches, but only oneused bookstore.
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