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Is it live, or is it LiveJournal?

Tonight, I heeded the call to join together with many of my long lost LJ brethren to partake in some laser show goodness.

Went to the Pacific Science Center to check out Laser Radiohead (which, I later realized, was the only non-Pink Floyd laser show I've seen). I was reminded also that people under 21 need things to do on Friday nights, and one of the hot destinations is the laser show. I haven't been surrounded by that much youthful exuberance in many moons.

I was the first to arrive, but eventually I was joined by my old(er)-school peeps (bizetsy, ntropy, rockstarbob, lostone, imasage, & bohunk, and met for the first time pandachan, gopherbomb, daikusei, and Jeremy (?...can't remember name or LJ handle, as it's late and I'm ti-red).

We filed inside, found places to sit/lay down, and readied ourselves for the visual onslaught that was about to occur.

Well, it started...and it was...er...neat. Better than the three times I've seen The Wall or the two times I've seen Dark Side Of The Moon. The graphics were generally expressive, seemed to jive with the music pretty well, and employed a much broader pallette than I remember for other laser shows.

Jeez. I'm talking about this like it was high art or something.

Anyhoo, it was fun (except for those of us who had bare stinky feet placed by their heads, or had their hair stepped on, or got bonked on the head somehow). After the show, most of us ventured up to the Federal House for some hardcore pr0n (courtesy of ntropy and the Vivid Channel), some cider, and some general b.s.in' and whatnot.

When I left, Tasha was creating a Sim of me.

I'm scared.

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There's nothing I like better
than getting into bed
(when I'm already up waaaay past my bedtime)
and then hearing a fucking fire alarm go off
and then having to evacuate
and then having it be a false alarm
(which, as far as alarms go, is still better than a true alarm)

I hope the jackass
that caused this
doesn't sleep well.

!

Jasus mick, Ed Hume is still on the air!

Tought the man was dead.

Well, my apartment is still intact. No fires, real or otherwise. I swear, when that alarm went off, I about had a heart attack. I jumped up, got on some clothes and shoes, called 911, and ran upstairs to see if doors needed knocking on.

None did. The fire trucks came a few minutes later, and the fire men got out, looked around for a little while, and then came back outside and said "Go to bed, folks".

I noticed that only 5 or 6 other people came outside. There are 50 units, and many are occupied by more than one person. They must have slept right through it. I probably would have too had I gone to bed any earlier.

Bwah. I'll take out my annoyance at band practice today.

My posse's on Broadway.

I now find myself starving after a grueling band practice. Our band will destroy the planet, but not before we r0ck the planet.

Cooking potatoes. Watching Time-Life infomercials. I'm tempted to get the Classic Country collection.

Stop me before i do something rash.

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A verrrry small part of me makes me think that I could almost tolerate the Dave Matthews Band if only they'd lose the fucking Kenny G-ass soprano sax, and the smooth jazz violin.

But probably not.

They'd have to lose their entire fan base too. I'm allergic to frat kids and trustifarians.