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i finally got around to rereading and (at long last) finishing y: the last man. it took me three or four days, and now i feel like i've lost something. there's nothing like a story concluding so completely to absolutely kill you. i almost wish i'd stopped a few issues short of the end, whilst it was meandering and losing direction. i didn't need my heart broken like that. it was the time traveller's wife all over again. anyway. i think i can confidently say it's one of the best comic series i've ever read. and i mean that.

now i just need to act on what i've learnt.

um. the american remake of spaced is so much worse than you could possibly imagine.

and i keep getting that song from the army recruitment advert in my head, the one that could actually be an american apparel advert. makes me feel sick. ]]>http://www.emoware.org/#07.03.2010emoware@gmail.comhttp://www.emoware.org/
busiest shift i've ever taken though. people had to jump in and bail us out. running out of beer on taps one, four and six. running out of glasses to put the beer in. "you want four cappuccinos?". the number of times we got "cola" mixed up with "corona" (you drunk danish need to fucking learn how to enunciate). i didn't even have time to drink my coffee.

but i think the night might be better described as a comic. at least then i can use abstract dots and lines to fill in all the gaps. like the part of the night where i had kenneth's keys. i can't remember that. i can deduce it though, so there's no escaping the fact that it was my fault they became locked inside the practice room. which is better than almost all other possibilities. fuck knows, i might have even eaten them for all i know. at 5am that shit could really ruin your night.

why do these nights (originally wrote "things", nice anagram) always end in such a fucking mess? and i'd even stopped drinking at 10pm, excluding swigs from the various bottles of jagermeister being passed around the hjortene crowd, of course. great gig, btw. all three sets. like i remember much of the last, just jolle rolling around the floor.

and i still managed to get up early the next morning. had wrongs to rights and all that. and it was a nice moment, walking around town somewhat still drunk, the success of finding the keys. then walking all the way through vesterbro to an art exhibition.

making 'toad in the hole'. reading comics. playing guitar. nursing my sore neck. sewing an irredeemable pair of trousers whilst watching avril lavigne 'rock out' in montmartre. and now i have a week to deal with? crap. ]]>http://www.emoware.org/#01.03.2010emoware@gmail.comhttp://www.emoware.org/
what is this, early morning stream of conciousness? no thanks. i should just start posting empty blogs.

what would be nice though, is if you went over to the drunken butterfly website and left us a nice comment in the guestbook. especially if we went to the effort of making and sending you our new CD. even if you evidently didn't like it.

our weekend was a blur of dinner parties. champagne and red wine, forcing people to cook vegan, and me feeling much more sociable than normal. and then the complete opposite, me forcing dairy free on other people, and feeling rather unsociable. i don't know why. but we had music courtesy of dj gallowslut, the four CD compilations i have. they're surprisingly good dinner party music. well, if only you ignore the occasional glitchcore or metal onslaught. there's some good conversation pieces in there. potato clocks and such.

anyway, there's work to be done. and i wish games like doomrl wouldn't keep a total record of the time you've spent playing. ]]>http://www.emoware.org/#24.02.2010emoware@gmail.comhttp://www.emoware.org/
now i'm just waiting for you to come inject me with your hot SQL junk. come completely ruin my database.

the problem is that my eyebrows have stopped working. like crying tears of sweat at 228 watts. it's not ideal.

so instead i started getting hooked on fractal mazes (a cute example). and then of course i stumbled upon hypermazes, and everything kind of went wrong from there on.

no, the problem is that when it stops snowing it's going to start raining. that's something i really can't be dealing with right now. ]]>http://www.emoware.org/#20.02.2010emoware@gmail.comhttp://www.emoware.org/
i've been having dreams in ascii the last few nights. being attacked by yellow A's and V's. all those red dots and hashes, they're a sign i've been over doing something, but i can't quite work out what.

and twenty four hour clocks and twelve note octaves have completely destroyed my concept of the numbers 13 to 19 (inclusive). the 2 in 20+ is strong enough to drag it out of the dozen, but i just can't see 15 without thinking "three".

eight hour band practice without drinking a single beer. that's impressive right? ]]>http://www.emoware.org/#17.02.2010emoware@gmail.com