no radio for the good child

[emchy]

so the transmitter at piratecat was down. sigh. but instead i had big fun with my co-host and the fabulous borgrrl. barring the road trip to berkely where we were gonna sing violent femmes songs, we ended up seeing a zombie movie that tried too hard and the intestines just... they just didn't look real. but it was fun. later, in the analytic part of the evening pal and i discussed the merits of the grossout murderous rampages of zombies vs the cleaner meaner and somehow more intentional violence of the mid-career work of john woo. yay.

so happy to then get the sexy beast a burrito and come home to love love love. i love coming home after a night being a good kid, going to the movies, throwing popcorn and being scared at a dorky movie.

home to talking about future and work and interviews and what nexts. it's good.

now i must go and rub away the tension from jumping out of my seat for two hours.