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I couldn't have asked for a better weekend. Thanks to everyone I mentioned in the last several entries, and alsoqueue, Kit, and magid. And queue's hat. You all rock, and so does Boston. (I told Boston this, at the end of the fireworks.)

After helping them cheer for the fuzzy, fuzzy cthulhia, who unfortunatley could not hear us from her place in the parade due to the tintinabulation all around, the hat and I made our solitary way to N&M's, where a Circle N member, posted on the front steps specifically to watch for visitors while the masters of Morgul were out buying burritos, failed to recognize me due to the giant hat consuming most of my head. I also didn't really recognize her, though I had no excuse. (Actually, I used the hat as an excuse as well, though we all knew that was pretty lame.) Then Noah rounded the corner, and we were all kind of embarrassed. Blah! But it was OK. The four of us killed Dr. Lucky and stopped Devil Bunny (I also got to hear the My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult song about devil bunnies -- more pointers dereferenced), and then the remainder of CircN dropped by, and much out-hanging was had until things got all palindromic around midnight.

The T ride home was the drunkest ever, though given the wide variety of drunk people the world has to offer, I could have done far worse than those sharing the car with me home. Lame, but happy, not hostile.

Tomorrow promises to be filled with not just more shoulder-rubbing with my wacky pals, but full-on world collision as representatives from circles N and J(s) might meet for the first time. I'm a little nervous, though I know it'll all be good.

cthulhia can drunkenly log in as prog!

woo hoo!

according to prog, I once ate a cheeesburger the size of my head.