March 8th, 2004



By the time I got around to browsing the Stranger, I noticed that Aveo was having a CD release party tonight [stranger ] that I still had time to catch. I quickly changed into a different shirt and jacket and went to the Crocodile (still wearing glasses, which always feels like wearing a disguise) just in time to catch their set and buy the new album (Battery).

The showroom was moderately full (or very full for a Sunday night) and I liked the new songs. I'm not sure if I like Battery as well as their first album, but I'll listen to it more tomorrow for further evaluation. The band was typically energetic and talented, and their set lasted about an hour. They're always fun to watch, just because William Wilson can seems to have trouble keeping his feet on the ground, and Jeff MacIssac's drumming is so theatrically good.

At this point, I think I would've been disappointed without the traditional "interesting" William Wilson first song hat and random front row drunken interpretive dancer (I kind of hate myself for being annoyed by these people). Both criteria were satisfied, and another crazy girl climbed up onstage to take the setlist and drumsticks, which was kind of weird. All in all, it was a good impulse decision, though it required me to miss the thrilling conclusion of The practice.
  • Current Mood
    ready for bed
chair, apartment

department of unspeficied acronymns

apparently Spring arrived in Seattle during the week that I was gone. Walking down to my office today, everything is in bloom -- cherry trees, daffodils, all sorts of plants. And it's light in the morning and past five in the evening. I might need to invest in heavier curtains if I want to maintain my sleeping in lifestyle! With the spring and my delinquent Claritin (er -- Wal-itin, hello life on a budget!) use comes the onset of seasonal allergies. I think that I'll be fine. The sun and scenery are worth the occasional sniffle.

At the pub quiz tonight, there was a round about acronyms. We were stumped by "t.t.b.o.m.k." mostly because I was stuck thinking that the "o.m.k." was like j.e.o.m.k. Also f.o.c.l. does not mean "fuck off cleaning lady."

In other news, I didn't take many pictures on my trip because other people had cameras. For now, five pictures are posted here --> [sfo].