-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Woke up at noon today, after a long night of alternating reading a PKD collection and working on Resync::*. A good balance of activities, really. Switching my code with the deranged stories of a completely mad person whose primary plot elements consist of totalitarian governments, shrewish women, and mutants with psionic abilities, the question of what is real...
This evening, Adam, Eric, Kyle and I met up at Ritz East with the intention of seeing Farenheit 9/11, but the next three showings were sold out. Unsurprising, I suppose. We walked down to the South St Diner and got some dinner.
I love South St. I really do. Passing some guy on the street... "Yo, wan' some hot mix tape fo' yo' ass? Three dollahs!"
And then later, in the grocery store, some crazy old man tried to engage me in a conversation about the U.S. supplying arms to various resistance groups in the Middle East. "We gave them those guns!" and later, perhaps only to get my attention, rattled on about how there really are aliens.
Reptilian aliens. Among us.
But they don't hurt no one.
But we need to show them that they can't just come down here anyway.
And then I came home, did laundry, and watched Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, which I enjoyed just as much as I did the first time I saw it, ages ago.