The Spot

While I was getting my hair cut [during my clandestine visit to Montreal, to be kept especially secret from Jesse Gainer on pain of hurting his feelings... oh wait.. damn]

Anyway, while I was getting my hair cut I attempted an almost-not-awkward conversation in French with my hair-cutting lady, and she confided something that was an overwhelming relief of "Oh wow, I'm not the only person who does this"

She was saying that on an especially slow day like, say, Sunday, she and her co-worker would listen to the silly radio and imagine music videos to music. Little stories that go with the song, but completely new. Specifically unlike any music videos that the song might already have.

Intergalactic makes me imagine a break dancing competition between section A and C, with B the acknowledged master. Weird.

I'm sorry Jesse: I know this makes me an ass, not calling you. I hope you won't hold it against me. Actually, I hope you know what I mean when I say it wasn't an outgoing visit. I needed a fix of Arrany goodness. . . desperately. Hard to do with another crew.

Hmm, this probably isn't the only apology I'll have to make in connection with this trip. Although I hitched a ride with the SHSH team, I was conspicuously absent during the two tournaments they attended. No coaching or judging from yours truly...

And there's the family. Once I realized that they would inevitably learn I was in town, I had to call, but there's no such thing as a short family visit. I left after 5 hours, and they would've wanted me to stay 'till supper.

So everyone's a little pissed. Sign of a good compromise.

I'm booting Dan's post to the top again: it's a funny engine...
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