aggienaut | Hardcore at the Hippie Cafe II

   So. Yesterday, after several hours I can't really account for but I _think_ I edited my previous stories, I prepared to go out and be sociable.
   Firste I went to Robotmedia, a student film showcase thing that started at 18:00. Some of the films like, sucked ass? Yea, they certainly did. And some of them rocked the casbah. Don starred in one that was pretty cool, and Arjun and Eric totally made one that was pretty cool too. I think part of the reason I find Tim's reviling is that the song itself which dominates most of the film I find reviling and it grates upon my ears.

   That ended at around nineteen-thirty, and I proceeded hom. Returning home my eyes happened upon the Modus flyer on my desk at around 20:15, and as they had started playing at Borders at 20:00 I scampered off to my car.
   I arrived at Borders just as Arjun and Eric were arriving, so the three of us watched Modus for a bit.
   Shortly we proceeded on to Delta Venus Cafe (The Hippie Spawning Grounds), where Arjun and Eric's band The List was to play. But first Stan Obklobzija and his band, The Men In Black Pajamas. Silly hippies, I couldn't understand the lyrics to the song they announced had a political messege (They're hard core, one can rarely understand the lyrics), but I'd put money on it NOT being the kind of political messege the hippies would like. Another song they played that the hippies are prolly lucky they didn't pay attention to was titled "Allah, Jihad!" or something. I believe that is either completely different or a mutation of their song "Allah Akbar, KABOOM!"
   Feeling strangely famished I purchased a package of chocolate mini-doughnuts from Fast and Sleazy next door. Shortly thereafter someone randomly offered me the remains of a peach pie, so my friends and I partook of that.

   So yea.. that was that. And a lot of the usual people were there. So we lurked about, and the two things which I have determined will ALWAYS happen when we all get together happened: (1)They had a raptor-screaming competition, (2) there was wrestling.