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So,

I while back I went to go see a rock show. These three girl rockers, Stilleta, were playing at the…Chat Noir, maybe? Anyway, I sent the guitarist a Friendster message a few days after that. I totally forgot about it, and suddenly I get a message back! Weird how that happens sometimes, you think “hey! it might be cool to friends with that person!” and you put your friend lure out, sometimes they bite, sometimes they don’t. I guess you just have to be patient, and friendly people will find you.

This is Stilleta’s picture, Mila is the one on the far right. She plays guitar.

UPDATE!!! OCT 31st The Venue was Café DuNord not chat noir

So,

I sent a letter to my good and talented friend Chuck, who runs a blog about himself, Michigan, and many other scintillating topics, this letter foretold a new era of blog commenting. I shall transcribe the letter thusly:

Charles,

Here is my new rule: When I visit your site, if there is something new, and I read it, I will leave a comment. When you visit mine, you must do the same, whether it be a tiny “Robble, robble” or something with a little more meat on it’s bones e.g. “Amidst the mists and coldest frosts, with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts, he thrusts his fists against the posts, and still insists he sees the ghosts.”

I really feel that this is necessary, as it separates us from the animals.

With loudest boasts,

Mr. President Dr. Daniel Moreaú Maxwell III Esq.

Charles has agreed to my terms, and I hope that you ruffians, who’s eyes pry, will follow his example, because as I had said earlier, THAT is what separates man from beast!

Good day sir!

P.S. Check Chuck’s cheerful chirping here

This is ridiculous! My friend Lex got me so sick, that I haven’t been able to move from my couch for something like 18 hours. It’s the “sniffle-ing, sneezing, stuffy head, so I can rest, medicine” variety. My nose has literally transmuted into a leaky faucet. Blech! I hate being sick.

Coffee girl was nice enough to bring me Alka-Seltzer cold and flu, and some O.J. (bless her wee heart)

It’s weird… This is one of the first times that I’ve felt a strong desire to be back in a long term relationship. I feel like there’s no one to take care of me, baby me. I want someone to rub my forehead, make me a sandwich, maybe go rent me a video game, so I have something to do in my sickly stupor. But alas, I am a bachelor, a “man on the town”. I date lots of women, and have fun times.

How glamorous.

Here’s some pictures of that kick ass bike I was talking about. 1600$ and all I had to do was almost be maimed!

The frame is all aluminum, and the fork is all carbon fiber! the whole bike weighs like 14 pounds! that’s like my powerbook, my cellphone, and a magazine!

So,

as we all know, my friend is somewhat of an inventor, patent attorneyish, type of guy. As such he managed to get his hands on a stun gun, or as many of you know it, a Taser. Both him and I are the sort of guys who wonder: What would it feel like to be hit with 12,000 volts of electricity? Tonight, we decided to put that curiosity to bed, once and for all.

The link is a video diary of our exploits. Enjoy!

http://homepage.mac.com/danielmaxwell/shock1.avi

This is the link to the second video

http://homepage.mac.com/danielmaxwell/shock2.avi

-Dan

Yes, That is me getting stunned with a stun gun

So, Here is the update:

I had a blog here a while ago, and I felt a bit exposed. As a result of said exposure, the blog was shut down. During this time I have done many things. I will do my best to chronicle them in list form.

1) School starts! YAY!
2) I am immediately bored. BOO!
3) I ask out a pretty girl at a coffee shop, she says “O.K.” YAY!
4) Uh Oh! DRAMA! BOO!
5) Sex! YAY!
6) More drama! BOO!
7) At this point a woman friend (who isn’t coffee girl) tells me I am “the worst kind of bastard”. Double BOO! I buy a entry level track bike (single speed, super light, very fast, and chicks dig it) YAY!
9) The frame breaks, and nearly results in my death! BOO!
10) The bike company (Fuji) feels so bad they buy me a 1,600$ bike! YAY!
11) I cannot keep my apartment clean! I don’t know what’s wrong with me, it’s like a mental block or something! BOO! SMELLY!

So thats about it! Oh also I witnessed a shoot-out while I was in the Mission district! Yikes!

I back! YAY! but who knows for how long. BOO!

-Dan

I certainly am.