big day

the cyborg vs human collection was me, ray, two transhumanists, a lecturer and a bunch of little old ladies w. there husband, who said things like a robot cant love.

opening for fruit, with some of the pretty japanese girls in full gothic lolita regalia, and some fat ugly girls dressing in carnivals, as a way towards worship--asked a question talked to the artist, ate lots of good sushi

met w. rays dnc buddy, over a really good country band, who played squeeze box and sounded like death (good death, the way r

the budy is policiy wonk gone policy whore, playing the tune in which ever way the piper wants, wankish and wonkish--he was condescending, called me stupid-- and ray was at his yes sir no sir how high sir best, working hard at working me over (the buddy paid for rays drinks, ray paid by being monkey)

made me hate party politics even more.

think i got the toys r us job.
think i got a new house.