So, we got dressed (she took a long time to get dressed because she didn't know it was Wednesday). I went out to get guitar strings, and when I got back, she got dressed in a big hurry while I changed strings and retuned and warmed up.

It's been a pretty unusual day. I can't even really begin to convey the unusualness by syntax. Ooooo - spooooky weeeird! Nope, doesn't work.

It was a gig day, and I'd just finished porting something from an IRIX to a Linux i686 box (not byte endian compatible, folks), just to start out the weirdness. Got to the gig early. The band playing was a bunch of women in their mid 40s and two guys, who might've been the husband and son of the lead singer. They were terrible. I regret not taking an extra pair of earplugs for Javina, who was able to come see us play. (She had seen us once before, in our first ever Seattle gig - bleah.) Meanwhile we noticed a group of men in suits wearing various styles (various!!) of hats, mostly sombrero-style, waiting in the wings. Backstage for a moment, I was worrying over Brian's malfunctioning EmaxII, when Javina came in with two long haired Duuuuudes in giggly pursuit (stringy blonde hair in their faces and all). They were facing her and standing very near by as if they were having a conversation with her, except that she was facing away from them. I later found out that one of them had groped her back during their attempts at attention-getting. They were finally distracted by a girl running upstairs to the bathroom, who they lit off after. They were silently put on my loser matrix (ha ha, I am being funny) (I am working on something called lossmatrix at work, you see. Funny, I say!). Back outside, the Men With Hats took the stage, and soon after, the shorter of the two duuuuuudes began racing around in circles, as if he were a one-man "Mosh Pit". (Trivia: the word "Mosh" is from the rastafication of "Mash it up", which ding dong whitey misinterpreted as a new word) He made several passes at the table Javina and I were sitting at, but we avoided being impressed by his mouth-ventilated hijinx, so he became more aggressive towards Kris, also sitting on the edge of the dance floor. He starts running INTO the seated Kris, shoving him such that his chair hit the table and upset many drinks, and he went so far as to throw a giant inflatable beer bottle prop at him, which prompted the understandably upset Kris to ask him what the fuck his problem was, exactly. I dunno what he said in reply, but he continued doing this stuff while I removed my watch, ring, and other breakable things. Soon after, I look up to see captain duuuude confronting Brandon, who was sketching at a tall table a fair distance from the Dance-floor-cum-one-man-mosh-pit. I walk my bad self over to back up Brandon, as I notice a group of his duuuude friends forming around the two as Brandon, too, inquires about his fucking problem. He started walking away, so I sat back down, as if I were going to do anything anyway. THEN I look up and Brandon is lying on the ground, having just been decked by the duuuude.

Kris stands up. Andrew stands up. (Brian is unaware of the Fun occurring in the bar, as he lost his wallet and misplaced his passport and had to stay in the back room area). Mr. Yuck (-1) rushes the duuude, who has just attacked possibly the most oppressed member of the band. Kris is immediately restrained by one or two duuuude friends, but Andr00, having taken a dislike to the back-groper already, was speedier and heavier, and participated in a very un-intellectual brawl, knocking the stringy blonde moron down with some very ill-considered blows. Andr00 was then speared in the midsection by a hunched over tackle, but deflected the ham-handed grapple into the ground once again, knee in chest. Andr00 hadn't appreciated how much heavier he is these days until just then.

Then I was being yanked in several directions at once as the rest of the duuude contingent pulled me off their very very stupid friend ("Okay, okay, I'm off him. Chill!"), who quickly went outside. Happily, I didn't break any fingers or rip my clothes, and the band thanked "those three guys that got that freak out of here".

This little incident gave us all something to talk about, at least. Then it was our turn to play, and we did okay, though I was very quiet and slightly jittery from adrenaline.

On our last song (The aptly named "Plokm") (No, Plokm is not a word), who should show up but Alan! I haven't seen him since we ran into each other at an ICU (now IQU) show. He has hair now, and a companion. He was soft spoken and polite. You can't hear his emotions in his words, so you have to watch his face, which can also be misleading. I told him I was glad he showed up, and then he went outside for a little while. When he returned, I was talking to Javina at the edge of the stage, and they met, for the first time. Which is kind of strange, since they've known about each other and interacted (in various ways) for years. While we 4 spoke a little of online words and writing, Brian approached our little group and ventured some guesses as to who Alan and his girl were, but was wrong. (neighbors? well, actually, not too far away.)

Later the duuuudes came back and apologized, though all Kris wanted was for them to please not talk to us, ever. I understand that being under the influence of stimulants (probably amphetamines?) can cause people to be aggressive and act rashly, but they're still going to get beat if they ask for it so specifically (Touch her, annoy him, punch HIM).

I haven't been in a fight since I became an adult. It's weird. Later, Kris mentioned that he was worried that someone would pull a gun. Lots of gun-related violence this week, after all. In Hawaii and in Washington.

Good thing your boss didn't call
Yeah. "Oh, hey d0od. Can you call back? I'm in a fight."

I think in my quest for improvement, I lost my outlet here. I need an outlet for random crap. That's here.

DICHROIC
DICHOTOMY

ANGER

LOGIC

BRILLIANT

VICIOUS

SPARK

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VAPORIZE

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