Just an update...

... I've quit the magazine and started working at a radiostation in Vancouver, where I do teqnical stuff like editing and soundchecks. I'll be there by at least all of January, and maybe longer.

I am also, when I don't work, flying to Los Angeles all the time, as K is there quite a lot. We are, by the way, still together and "going strong" - as my mom would say. She is also nice, and so's dad. They are planning to redo their living room in bright blue. They have no taste.

So that's it.

O'er.

Oh my.

I remember when people born in 1990 were KIDS. And by that I mean - they still are. Problem is they're actually 16 years old. That's a lot. I remember me when I was 16... kinda.

I just got over the fact that I'll be 30 soon, I so didn't need this too. :(

The prejury we all feel

Saw this guy on the bus today, and he looked really wierd. He was suspiciously looking at the other people on the bus, holding one hand round his belly, as if he was pregnant. He didn't seem to see how I was staring at him - prolly the sun was in his eyes - so after a while I kinda realized what he was so anxious about. The center of his focus turned out to be another guy - kinda foreign looking, reading a paper.

Yes. That what all terrorists do.

And it would be nice to have some info on the NYC incident. I remember 9/11 very well, and even if this wasn't even a tenth of it; I'd like to know some more than just "somewhere round 72th street".

Going back to Vancouver tomorrow, leaving the wonderful LA weather. :)