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I'd better post something, lest people start to think that I've gone the way of half the blogs in my blogroll that are sadly no longer.

There is an explanation for this. It's quite simple.

Aliens.

They came around 6:50 am and forced me to go through a security clearance check and work for the feds editing manuals to be distributed to unsuspecting public.

Then, when they decided I had had enough work, they decided that I should party. Party was as follows:

large political button collection
lady in pink dress and bolero tattoo
Svend Robinson
Jack Layton leads a conga line
I offered Joy McPhail some cheese but she politely refused.
friendly socialists
friendly activists
friendly union organizers
chicken dinners
Croats, lots of Croats

Then they took me out to another party the following night, this one because Gina is moving back and she bothered to invite me. This one my parents decided to come to because it was at a pub and they figured they could have a drink with me before my friends arrived because they've been dying to take me out for a drink for ages but no such luck because they were already there. I took a lot of flak for that one, though to tell the truth, my parents are actually a lot cooler than some of my friends.

Didn't drink much. Mostly I was just tired. Borrowed other peoples' cameras to take excellent pictures. Eventually a couple of us left after a dispute over who was going to pay for the food that we ordered which we ended up paying too much for, compared to certain other cheap bastards. Not that it matters anymore.

In the lineup for the bus, Kathy poked Riki and she would have fallen over had I not caught her. I thought it was cold out but apparently Riki didn't because she had had a lot of tequila and felt like she was in Mexico. And as she walked off into the night towards her apartment I didn't have the heart to tell her that her skirt had ridden up much too far. She was almost there anyways.