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 thursday, march 15Adventures in thin walls Was I waxing eloquently (or attempting to) on the joys of motels? Oh, silly me! While I'd like to write something marvelously pithy about my experiences at SXSW, I've not half a brain left with which to write it. I've been reduced to a quavering pile of gelatinous spooge, thanks to the various night time antics of our neighbours. Things started to go very wrong on the third evening when it became apparent that the gentlemen in the room next to us had either lost his rental car or it had been towed in his absence. He passed a remarkable number of the wee hours haranguing Hertz for his licence plate number as he'd neglected to remove that oh-so-important packet from the glove box. It eventually all worked out, and I might have been in la-la land, but I'm pretty sure he brought some entertainment, of the female persuasion, back to his room to celebrate. Long hours of "bru-ha-ha" were replaced with mere minutes of "ha-ha." The past week in Austin has confirmed, without a doubt, that I become completely impossible when deprived of sleep. This isn't news to me, but it might have been an awakening for my companions.
Something you might have seen scrawled on SF sidewalks. [via sylloge] Brian's got a brand new Pen Cam. Saturday? Blue skies. |
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