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Nothing special, but for the sun burn along (most of) my back. We scurried all across Minneapolis yesterday, beginning with haircuts in the destructed Uptown area, then biked down the road to the first of 3 (not so great) Fringe shows. That one was a one-man show about poor relations with his father and wife/ex-wife -- it was too screamy, and too ( Read more... )

So I lost my bike today. I'm on the bus, fine as can be, with my bike loaded up on the front. So I can zip around for the Fringe Fest after work. I'm finishing Y: the Last Man, this pleasant graphic novel series. This was The One Where All Is Explained, and I'm justifiably engrossed. I'm almost done; I have lots more to read; there are many ( Read more... )