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May. 26th, 2003 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingThere's someone called Dani Moonstar in the x-men universe. I am amused.
Utter, utter love for Syrian President Bashar Assad. (gacked from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flemco)
"Is there really an entity called al-Qaida? Was it in Afghanistan? Does it exist now?" Assad asked, according to the Kuwaiti newspaper Al-Anba.
Osama bin Laden, the Saudi-born Islamic extremist who heads al-Qaida, "cannot talk on the phone or use the Internet, but he can direct communications to the four corners of the world?" Assad said. "This is illogical."
Jacen got to see Voltaire live. And got to talk to him, too. Pardon me while I have an illogical childish fit:
*sulks*
Okay, better now.
I never got around to writing about my Friday night, so here 'tis:
We had the last Wendy-class, which made me very sad. Random hanging-out with Wendy and all the other cool people I met enroute now unlikely... at least until a new semester starts. And even then, it prolly won't be precisely the same group of people. *sigh*
I was the only person from the class who accompanied Wendy to her gig afterwards, which surprised her. She thought there were more people coming, and then felt vaguely guilty about consequentially not saying goodbye properly. The venue hadn't provided a doorbitch, so Wendy asked if I would. 'Twas nice; maybe I didn't see/pay attention to the gig quite so well as I would have otherwise, but it was free (always a nice thing when one's vaguely trying to watch one's expenses), I got a couple of black-galliano-and-cokes, and she gave me a copy of her old Artemis single, which was the only one of her CDs I didn't have. (Well, actually, I don't have the Live one, but neither does Wendy anymore. It just doesn't exist.)
I talked to random strangers after the gig, and remember recommending Voltaire to at least two people. Just random coincidence. :) As far as I'm concerned, people who enjoy Voltaire would most probably like Wendy, and vice versa.
I was feeling at a loose end, and was waiting for Wendy to finish speaking to some guy, so I could take my leave and go home, but she invited me to come and sit down with them, so I did. ^_^ I felt so loved. She gave me some of her absinthe to try.
Later, Wendy was scatting with this random violinist who turned up and jammed with her onstage during one of the songs to great effect. No rehearsal, or anything. Somehow, I got onto the subject of Dr Faustus Lights The Lights with the people I was talking to (including the very cute barmaid). I quoted the lines I could remember. Cute Barmaid commented that it sounded like Dr Faustus written by Dr Seuss. Can't remember if I told her that's what we thought too.
I finally left at some stage after 2am, when the bar closed. Wendy, the guy she was driving home (Greg? he reminded me very strongly of Steve from aforementioned production of Faustus) and I were the last to leave. I got home at 3am. And all this on a night when I wanted to go to bed early.
My approximately-almost-friendship with Wendy is all I have to console myself with, when I realise I'll probably never get to see Voltaire or Vast live.
Utter, utter love for Syrian President Bashar Assad. (gacked from
flemco)"Is there really an entity called al-Qaida? Was it in Afghanistan? Does it exist now?" Assad asked, according to the Kuwaiti newspaper Al-Anba.
Osama bin Laden, the Saudi-born Islamic extremist who heads al-Qaida, "cannot talk on the phone or use the Internet, but he can direct communications to the four corners of the world?" Assad said. "This is illogical."
Jacen got to see Voltaire live. And got to talk to him, too. Pardon me while I have an illogical childish fit:
*sulks*
Okay, better now.
I never got around to writing about my Friday night, so here 'tis:
We had the last Wendy-class, which made me very sad. Random hanging-out with Wendy and all the other cool people I met enroute now unlikely... at least until a new semester starts. And even then, it prolly won't be precisely the same group of people. *sigh*
I was the only person from the class who accompanied Wendy to her gig afterwards, which surprised her. She thought there were more people coming, and then felt vaguely guilty about consequentially not saying goodbye properly. The venue hadn't provided a doorbitch, so Wendy asked if I would. 'Twas nice; maybe I didn't see/pay attention to the gig quite so well as I would have otherwise, but it was free (always a nice thing when one's vaguely trying to watch one's expenses), I got a couple of black-galliano-and-cokes, and she gave me a copy of her old Artemis single, which was the only one of her CDs I didn't have. (Well, actually, I don't have the Live one, but neither does Wendy anymore. It just doesn't exist.)
I talked to random strangers after the gig, and remember recommending Voltaire to at least two people. Just random coincidence. :) As far as I'm concerned, people who enjoy Voltaire would most probably like Wendy, and vice versa.
I was feeling at a loose end, and was waiting for Wendy to finish speaking to some guy, so I could take my leave and go home, but she invited me to come and sit down with them, so I did. ^_^ I felt so loved. She gave me some of her absinthe to try.
Later, Wendy was scatting with this random violinist who turned up and jammed with her onstage during one of the songs to great effect. No rehearsal, or anything. Somehow, I got onto the subject of Dr Faustus Lights The Lights with the people I was talking to (including the very cute barmaid). I quoted the lines I could remember. Cute Barmaid commented that it sounded like Dr Faustus written by Dr Seuss. Can't remember if I told her that's what we thought too.
I finally left at some stage after 2am, when the bar closed. Wendy, the guy she was driving home (Greg? he reminded me very strongly of Steve from aforementioned production of Faustus) and I were the last to leave. I got home at 3am. And all this on a night when I wanted to go to bed early.
My approximately-almost-friendship with Wendy is all I have to console myself with, when I realise I'll probably never get to see Voltaire or Vast live.