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Went to Girl Talk last night at The Pageant.

Since Kev isn’t a fan of crowds – or the mashup / electronica / trancy-pants genre for that matter – we parked him at JJ’s and headed off.

Chad, Elise, Kitty-Prime and Rico… Nice dinner at Miss Siagon before hand then off to the show.

We were easily in the top oldest 20% of the crowd,… but this didn’t seem to make any of us “feel” old or out of place really… Maybe if we were there against our wills or something we’d feel out of place…

… so maybe we could get a whole nostalgic angle out of the show that these kids weren’t?

“Hey sonny – ya hear that loop there in the background? Jah hear it?

Catchy ain’t it? Well dag-nab it – I remember when that song was new! Ye-sirrrr-e! From a little act called Depeche Mode… I had ever imaginable mix of this on C.D. single!


No… Not “seedy” as in cheap marijuana …. Ceeeee.Deeeeee…. A piece of plastic with a pitted foil encased within in used to play uncompressed music.”


Anyway – so I was wondering how a guy and a laptop would be enough of a “spectacle” to warrant the purchase of a ticket let alone leaving the house. Well I found out…

They just open the whole damn place up and you can go up on stage… Brilliant… Crowdcast your own entertainment. Every freaky-deak, extravert and hot girl was up there dancing their fannies off… Girl with a unicorn hat on… One of those naked-guys in a primary-colored nylon head -to-toe suit things… and so on.

I love how fashion in general is a complete free-for-all now….

The two girls running around with the toilet paper guns fashioned from electric leaf blowers was a nice touch too.

Grandpa’s feet are killin him though… gotta go put ’em up.

friday-night highjinx

Ever wonder what happens to your stuff you forget and leave behind after you visit?

well.. if we like you.

I mean..

reeealy… reeeeeeeeally like you.

we’ll do stuff to make you come back.

…. yes you.

you’re due….

and there’s 3 bears and a goldilocks missing you terribly right this minute.

I’m afraid you’re going to have to come back on your own free will and leave some more stuff for our spells to work. (we need a lock of pubic hair and some toenail clippings).


New Years… Same as we do every year… w/ the VanCrips.

Differences this year:

Worrying about Dad.

The boy, (Andrew), is growing freakishly big… I wager next year he’ll be looking us square in the eye and saying “happy new year!”

The whole bathroom upheaval… no… still not done yet… more on that later if I can summarize it all without blowing the blood vessels in my eyes.

sorry – gotta go poop.