Not much happened over the past seven days. Some major server tragedies (oohh la la I will save you the never-ending story), some semi-major money woes (oohh la la I would be dead without the human goddess known as luna_lena), thedigitalsin  and I got Icecast back online (oohh la la broadcasting live at smut-houses around the world), and I'm hanging around #culturejunkies like a fan-boy (no. no more "oohh la la").

Wildarmsheero, Erik, and I met up last weekend and committed various social crimes. He introduced us to Tokyo Kid:


(Yeah I have a picture where I'm standing in front of the store, but my face happened to be so REFLECTIVE it BLEW OUT THE HIGHLIGHTS. God.)

We had curry. Good curry.

Then it was off to the foreign grocery store.

 

I'm still watching gallo_de_pelea  like a member of the stalkerazzi. LOOK AT HER COO' STUFF! Just don't be a dork like me by commenting on her blog every twenty seconds and sending private messages every four seconds. guh. I'm such a loser.

In the since-i-have-nothing-better-to-share-dept.: Combing my hair has become an extravagant event. I have a blue winter cap which seems perfectly acceptable (it is raining/snowing wombats outside every day), but I wear it all the time. Even worse, I feel I look better with the cap on. I have extremely rare white-frizzed-out-fro-curl-but-also-straight-at-times hair. It's a trap! When I DO go through the ordeal that is combing my hair, it eventually dries to the point where I look like a serial killer with bad hygiene. If I comb my hair when it's DRY, it'll poof out like a massive, brown cotton ball. It's that bad. This hair is evil. Damn all you straight-haired individuals.

Oh and more pointless grunge!  ^___^

 

Once again, from the downstairs parking garage.