Stilgherrian (@stilgherrian)

Wentworth Falls NSW AU

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December 12th, 2010

@SnarkyPlatypus Non-threatening is always best. It is the first half of my motto.

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“Kenneth?”

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“Well that’s very sensible albeit hallucinatory advice.”

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Back at the hotel. Slothing. It’s 9.30pm. My alarm is, alas, set for 6am. Sigh.

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I love how that sign days “Budweiser on tap” as if it’s a good thing.

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Wanting to kill people isn’t hatred. It’s just logical. Necessary, even.

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@Jen_Bennett Sorry? “Hate”? Where the heck is there “hate” in what I said?

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@BeauGiles I am at Sutter Station bar on Market St, San Francisco.

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The pom at next table is explaining Game Theory and the Prisoner’s Dilemma to a woman who actually seems interested. I want to kill them.

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OH: “You’re going to the adult video awards in Vegas with Cesar? Why that asshole?” “He’s got a big cock and I like that sort of thing.”

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OH: “Yeah I’m going to Singapore. I hear it’s quite hot. Have you heard anything about that?” They work for Deloitte. Reassuring, non?

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@ApostrophePong Erk. For the burn, get a topical analgesic crime from the pharmacist. There are specific burn creams.

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Sutter Bar, Market St. Belgian beer, possibly two, then back to the hotel for an early night. I’ve got so much to do tomorrow, alas.

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Noodles and tea at Imperial Tea Court. Delightful. I chose not to stab the rude, self-centred arseholes at the next table. I am calm.

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Fishermans Wharf, on a tram down The Embarcadero to Ferry Plaza, where I believe I shall have sushi.

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“Help! Help! Rescue me!”, she calls, to encourage the dog to chase her. Let’s not go there…

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She is wearing a tight red leopard print skirt and matching lipstick to exercise her beagle in the park.

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Marina Boulevard. He washes the Porsche out front. In an expensive dark grey slack suit, she brings him a plate of hors d’houvres.

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Park Police on horses. One horse had antlers. I complimented the officer. Her colleague hassled me for not praising her horse’s elf cap.

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Yellow Pod People!

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OH: “Not a basketball shoe, a tennis shoe. It’s a tennis shoe, for tennis OK? TEN-ISS!”

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The bus has dropped me on the north side of the Golden Gate Bridge. In the fog.

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Watching a wrecking ball demolish the old transit centre. Imagining certain faces on that wall. The bus arrives on time.

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Watching a wrecking ball admonishing

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Sat (Sun) plan: Attempt #2 to bus across Golden Gate; walk back; remainder TBA. At Mission & First now, bus in 5 mins. In theory.

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Why you are fat, part 5853: asked for sugar with my coffee, was handed five large sachets of white cane sugar.

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Mobile. Not quite sure where. All will make more sense after breakfast.

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Pondering my plan for the day. Saturday. Where to go?

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Note to self: Must have a quiet night tonight. I still have a podcast to produce in the next 30 hours. Also some writing to do.

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@antoniodini I didn’t really get to see Seattle. Microsoft had us so under their control in that schedule, no?

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So another day, and we get to do it all over again. Uhuh. Where are my pants?

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