Holy shite, the things one can learn through indirect means... Chank is based in Minneapolis. Chank is huge. I don't know if I even have to explain it, but it's probably the most referenced font website that I've seen on the internet and here I come to find out several years later that it's local. How did I find out? My roomie got a call from them in reference to something he's working on for a theatre and I read it on caller ID. In the future I shall read a little further into the Info pages on such websites. Funkay.

PETA's list of Animal Ingredients and Their Alternatives. I'm not exactly an animal activist, but it's an eye opener to find out how many ingredients we see in everyday products come from inhumane practices. This issue seems so far off (although, I realize that doesn't make it non-existent), but I'm finding it's eerily close to home. (via not martha)

To keep me sane until I have a pet of my own, I've adopted a sheep. Isn't he cute? So is this.

Damn, if this ain't the truth! I'm glad Plush is getting the recognition it deserves. I don't have any experience with the scene outside of our sweet little twin cities, but they sure have been the best club events Minneapolis has seen in the past few years, since the crackdown raves. Lots of big names, good sound, fairly well priced entry, playing often times an hour or two farther into the night than they should be legally. JT and everyone else involved (excuse me for being out of the loop and bad with names) can put on quite a show.

I'm messing around over at LiveJournal for a little while until I get this all incorporated. The community there seems neat, although I would hate to completely give up Blogger. It's a very kickass site/program and it has been oh-so-good to me. I think the blog may become what it was actually intended to be - a weblog, and my livejournal, just that - a journal. Concept! So anyway, go here for now.

Can't figure out for the life of me where today went. Sleep was almost non-existent last night due to sticky heat, weird semi-frightening dreams, and anxiety which kept waking me up thinking I was late for work, which hasn't happened to me in quite some time. To top it off, around 8am a city crew decided it was time to chainsaw down some trees and such, in several locations on our street, that had apparantly been wind blown and broken in last night's doozy of a storm. Lack of sleep always makes for a very long day at work, but for some reason made my evening just fly by. Got the kitchen cleaned up a little and unpacked a little bit more. We finally have a working microwave on the premises. There is some semblence of organization in the cupboards and on the counter, which makes me a happy camper. Our tasks are far from over. I should be documenting this craziness in photos. Time to crash me thinks. zzzzzzz

First post from the new place! It's been a craaaaazy week. The only downtime I've really had was yesterday out of pure exhaustion from the party the night prior. Sean's bday gig was a blast; met a lot of new snazzy people, got waaaay too drunk, and reestablished myself as a social human being and not a lameass recluse. :o)

Back in a while when we get a little bit more settled. The countdown begins to dsl. Wish we had an actual number to be counting from. Stupid Qwest.

Busy, busy, busy. Moving this week and next. Donno how much I'll be able to be online until we get the dsl hooked up at the new place, but I am excited to start getting things in order and finally get something up on this domain! See ya soon.

The move has officially gotten underway. We lugged a few essentials over to the new house tonight so we could have a few drinks and play some card games. It's now 4:30am and I'm still wide awake and not sure how tomorrow is going to pan out.

A friend asked me tonight, in a very talkative drunk moment, what super power I would want if I could choose one. I hesitated for only a brief moment and said telepathy. Oh, what I would give to know what people are truly feeling and not just what they convey to keep the world content. I can only imagine what it would be like to know exactly when I'm being lied to and learn who to trust and who is not actually worthy. I like to think I am a pretty good judge of character, but I fear at times that I may be fooling myself to keep from losing my mind. How do I really know if you are only being dishonest about the measly things to keep me off your back? That I can deal with, although I dream of endless open communication. I've seen you do it with others. I know it's possible for both of us individually, perhaps just not with eachother? Just one more hurdle to overcome. The back of my neck itches ever so slightly from the prickly grass I was lying on an hour ago. The clouds were drifting peacefully overhead and I contemplated you, and our triumphs, and our problems, and our future. I am fearful of what our often-times minimalist communication will create, but at the same I can't wait to see what's in store for us. There is an undeniable magic.

I feel a strange sense of indepence running through my veins at the moment. I hope this is not only temporary.

By the way, what superpower would you choose?