John Hawkins (hawk) wrote,
John Hawkins

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Viper still rocks...

...But I'll refrain from boring you with the details this time ::collective sigh of relief...raised hands are dropped, rocks fall from opened fists:: Opera was too strange to be good. And the seating was retarded. Flat floors level with the stage...shitty folding chairs. I wished I'd stood in the back...woulda been possible to follow...maybe. There was a lot of cool shit going on, with CGI backdrop covering the back wall of the stage, people running around doing shit in there, and awesome sampling effects messing with the operatic vocalists in the show. And the guitarist had real talent. But the show was this profoundly stupid and ridiculously pretensious and paranoid big brothery 1984 meets shadowrun thing. Reasonably well executed, but so what? Then we went and flew my roommate's blimp some, but I was stressed (and still am) over this project I was (am) supposed to be working on. At least dinner was good. I went out before the show with my roomie, Dave, and three of his friends. Dave has fantastic friends. I always look forward to getting invited to join them. Clever, kind, and vivacious people, all. Made my day. They were reminding me I need to call this girl Mel and take her up on her offer for drinks...I'm a social retard, sadly...always dropping the ball on these things. Not sure why. It's not fear, really...more like social out of sight out of mind kind of problem. My brother has clinically diagnosed ADD. Probably I've got a bit of that too. But my brother's not socially retarded, so I don't know what gives there. Right. Back to work. High Fidelity ST still rocks. I love these new CD's...much longevity...

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