Seen!

This is going to be an obnoxious post, but in a pitiful attempt at justification I'll point out that this is the only time (that I know of) that this has happened to me. I've definitely had my share of physical appearance-related insecurities, so a shallow ego boost can be a wonderful thing on occasion. Consider my head sufficiently swollen.

Last Saturday I attended a fucking amazing DJ show courtesy of German maestro D.I.M. I was looking bangin', which naturally required a great deal more effort that I can usually be bothered to expend on my appearance. Fortunately, someone noticed. I had a mother flippin' I Saw U posted about me in The Stranger! I shall now copy and paste it so that it is here for all posterity, or just for when I'm feeling particularly gross.



D.I.M. Insane Fun

You: in black, gorgeous, being followed by some weirdbeard while trying to dance. Me: green shirt, crooked hat, going absolutely nuts up front. We: yelled and jumped up & down. Wanted to meet you but you left? I'm an idiot.





Also, "weirdbeard" is one of my favorite new terms. =D

Technology: Phooey!

This title comes from a direct quote of my 90-year-old grandmother's. One of my favorites, actually. It's kind of frightening how much I am relating to that sentiment right now.

I upgraded to a Blackberry Storm today, and figuring out how to use it has been an incredibly stupefying, frustrating, and humbling process. I can almost compose and send a text message in under ten minutes now....