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shiny objects

Monday, September 12, 2005


Today, gentle readers, I would like to bring you up to speed on two very important events. First, the "soiled" panties. As of Friday morning, they were removed from the underpass and (I'm assuming) added to the groundskeeper's used knicker collection. Oh well. They were a good prank while they lasted.

Second, the situation with Spencer, child of destiny. Actually, it's Kay, child of destiny, as he prefers to be called. Or at least, he prefers to be called Kay; I'm not so sure about the "child of destiny" part. But at any rate, I shall henceforth call him Kay.

So Kay and I eventually ran into each other in Bear's Den, smack-dab in the middle of my 100 hour work week. Needless to say, I wasn't at my cognative best, sleep deprived and whatnot, but we managed to have a rudimentary conversation. It was enough to constitute a first meeting.

On the whole, I found him polite and articulate, if not somewhat overembellished. The gaudiness of Kay's personality lends him a particular charm, rather like the best Tim Burton characters. I would classify him as goth. He dresses nearly better than I do.

We hung out a little bit this weekend. After dragging him to a party at The Dude of Life's house on Friday, Kay invited me to a local goth rock show at pub in the Central West End. The music was OK. I didn't know anybody. Nevertheless, I had a splendid time playing pool with various freaky folks, talking music and neuroscience with a lab-tech named Marcel, and people-watching to my heart's content.


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