This afternoon after work, I went to Seattle to share dinner with Shada and Lion. Dinner was chicken vindalloo, and then Lion spent 6 hours just talking about whatever. I took some notes, but I'm thinking I should record the coversations we share, as we talk about so many weird things. He is one of the most self-aware self-mind hackers I have ever met.

Driving home...

I'm sitting here on the 520 bridge. There is a cop car and a couple of other ste vehicles with flashing lights under the traffic lights on the west side of the boat way, blocking the roadway. Traffic is backed up behind me all the way to UW. And it's been this way for half an hour now.

The car just behind me was just hit by the car behind her. What kind of moron hits a parked car after sitting behind it for half an hour? Ah, the moron appears to be a little ol' lady.

Finally, they opened the road again. Home again, home again. Bed and purring cats.