Cleaning the broom on the balcony

[pphaneuf]

Okay, these days, there's someone I think about (and miss) weirdly often. And it's... liberation_now. When I'm at the grocery store and pondering the flight capabilities of certain plastic containers, or like not long ago, listening to the interesting drumming in Interpol's "Obstacle 1", I think of the guy.

I should probably have my head checked or something. So should him, actually. Or maybe we're the only two who don't need our heads checked?