Friday night I had my San Francisco DJing debut at
die maschinen. Things went well, playlist coming soon. One thing about DJing in the secondary room in a club, however -- once you play something people don't recognize they bolt for the main room. Still, I had fun, and preteen pornstar was played and seemingly liked.
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My company's CEO just walked around the office and handed everyone a package of Welch's Fruit Snacks. Strawberry flavored. I have no idea why.
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The role of the crackpot theorist is far undervalued in literature these days (although greatly overvalued in government). To wit:
The Enchanted Bomb, a treatise on the atomic bomb and it's impact on society, including radioactivity as proof that the earth is alive, and biblical validations of something. Not sure what, but it's a great read. Hyperactive colors and fonts only add to the experience.
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They decided to hire "Jade Fang" as my superior after all. Unsure how long before I'll be required to carry out my first assassination.