This picture also speaks for itself.

We've got some real Lord of the Rings shit here in Mass.

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This is the Pharoah of Fluff. From the Marshmallow Fluff Festival. Because why the Hell not?

Forgot to post this in the last post -- some of the crazy protest signs. The Obama-Hitler one is courtesy the LaRouche peeps there, who always kinda surprise me..

Another advantage to living in a place that could reasonably be called "Boston" by those who aren't too pedantic about these things is that we sometimes get to see "celebrities." [AR got to see some of the cast of The Wire]. Me, I got to see John Kerry at a healthcare forum. This is him right around the time of the John Kerry Striptease.

Project MUM

... I now live in the kind of city that has outer-space themed dance parties under the highway. Because, why the Hell not.

So long, suckers.

(Things to miss: Local Burger, NoHoCo, Haymarket sammiches, Bookmill, free wifi networks. Oh, and Cafe Mosaic, I hardly knew ye. And, of course, all y'all Umies.)

Things.

I am dragging myself kicking and screaming into the late 90's and setting up this web log (or "weblo") thing.

I'm gonna keep myself and my friends quasi-anonymous, because it makes me feel more like a spy, and I like the idea of feeling a bit like a spy.

For the purposes of this weblo, I'm gonna start talking about stuff that happened in, like, late August as if it happened today. I'll do this because I hate you all, and because it seems like a good time to start, and because I have pics and stories to burn through.