(Damn, shorted out my keyboard. Where’s that ground strap?)
Geobabe, andygirl, a great pleasure to see you again. Serendipity, Turpentine, an equal pleasure to meet you both.
As for the rest of you, you missed the Bookstore of Divine Epiphany, you missed oatmeal raisin ice cream, you missed a couple of kickass movies with kickass music, and you missed truly sparkling company at dinner. Y’all just missed.
My goof, it’s an Office Supply Store That Used to Be a Shoe Store of Divine Epiphany. If any of you are looking for the One True Copier Paper, it’s on State Street.
Oh, oh! I almost forgot – Turp and I spotted a clothing store in Cambridge called “Serendipity.” How thrilling is that? OK, not very, but I got a kick out of it.
Oh yes, the Church of the One True Loafer. I’m anxiously awaiting andygirl’s write-up on that.
Hi, Geobabe! Why, thank you very much, and I found you, andygirl and Robot Arm to be fabulous and charming ladies as well.
Yes, I SHOULD have been home hours ago, but I ended up going home very, very late-
even past andygirl’s bedtime.
I saw my boy afterward, I didn’t kill him, instead we worked out our differences with late-night bowling at Gee Whizz and donuts.
Bowling and doughnuts can fix anything, but I still harboured a secret regret that i didn’t get to see Nosferatu. How was it?
Sorry I couldn’t make it, but I sent Turpentine out for a reason.
While she was gone I stayed home and devised a delicious plot for global domination (it’s my hobby you know, in the tradition of all evil clones).
And then after I devised this top-secret plot which I will share only with the clone of Tymp,
I made myself some pop-tarts, painted my toenails and waited for Turpentine to get home-
Only she didn’t get home until about quarter to five so my plan for her demise was a bit foiled.
No matter, I am a patient woman.
Thank you Serendipity. If you think I am attractive, you might be spared. And if you want, you can help me prepare for tomorrow night.
…claws his way back up…
Sorry I missed it, but family events were afoot.
Umm, not exactly the impression I was going for. Maybe I should take that gender test.
Nosferatu was quite good. The story telling was rather primative (which makes you realize how efforlessly transparent modern movies are), but some of the pictures were so iconically nightmarish that they could push some bad buttons in your head.