And now I shall re-instate them. Nobody talk about anything other than fruit for the next 30 minutes.
I think we're at a good place. Bored, but boring can be good. Cough LCD-2 cough. A lull, but as it is with all Head-Fi summers. It never blows up until Consumercember I've noticed. But right now's a good time to be. We're still free to recall the fun times without pining over them too much. If we were to try Currawong Christmas again for no particular reason other than to grab back some new blood, that's when I'll know the ship has sunk and I flee to greener, diary-ier pastures. In fact if we were to redo a theme at all, I'd be fleeing.
I've not heard much from Doc. No more PMs. The latter...well let's just say he's at a place with more cynical booty and eyepatches. And sri lankan sauce on HD800s.
It's not easy to make the next big thing. When you dig to the beginning of TMAC lore, it all started on a whim did it not? And we all know the best whims come after a good long night of fruit cocktails shots and lotions. Any volunteers?
And really if I'm scaring the freshies, just know that inside I'm all calories and thigh-expanding sugar n' cream.