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[geekchick]

rivka: Otter paper dolls (Found via a link from Boing Boing to cool little paper toys.)

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I can tell I'm getting old because I'm looking at the HFStival lineup and trying to figure out how late I can possibly get there and see bands I really want to see without having to spend all day surrounded by...people. *twitch* (I've figured out that I could probably hold out and not show up until Echo and the Bunnymen at 3:30 and can leave after Coldplay, which makes it about 6 hours, plus the ~70 minute drive each way to Baltimore and back. God, I'm just sad.)  Of course I could just blow the whole thing off, since my two $40 tickets will end up costing me more than $102 once you add in the Ticketbastard fees and convenience charges ("It's really convenient for us to charge you $9 per ticket for no reason other than 'because we can'. ") to go stand in the rain. Eh, the weather report and the 25% surcharge are making the whole proposition much less appealing. *blink* Okay, now I know I'm getting old, jeez; listen to me.

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[quasigeostrophy.livejournal.com]

without having to spend all day surrounded by...people

Welcome to my world. ;-)

[geekchick]

Better living through misanthropy. ;)

[luridprovidence.livejournal.com]

my deepest consolations for the death of your youth

~RIP~
Quit letting yourself get old, you're demoralizing all the younger geeks.
We might *have* to grow up... which is a prospect we're not comfortable with

The joys of growing up...

[tassach.livejournal.com]

The last concert I went to was Buffet at Merriweather about 3-4 years ago. Now, I'm old enough to remember when you could bring a cooler full of food & drink and a lawn chair to MWPP and spend the whole day chilling out. It's slowly gotten worse over the years, but that last time, they wouldn't let you bring in so much as a bottle of water or an umbrella. A freaking umbrella! They can't have people bringing umbrellas and water, because then they can't sell as many $10 bottles of water and $25 disposable plastic ponchos (AKA trash bag with a hoodie).

And don't even get me started on the crowd. Come on, it's a freaking Jimmy Buffett concert. If you want to mosh (or whatever it is you think you're doing), go to a damn Phish concert. Parrotheads are supposed to be (or at least act like) mellow stoners, OK? Can't you at least TRY to get in to the spirit of the thing? And would it be too much to ask for you to bathe and use deodorant? Just because it's an outdoor concert doesn't mean that personal hygene is optional. [Jeeze... listen to me, next thing you know I'll be yelling at those damn kids to get off my lawn :-)]

Anyway, a bit thank you to the Rouse Company, for destroying the last nostalgic remnant of my youth. They managed to turn an eagerly anticipated annual tradition into a grossly overbearing wallet rape.

[brian1789.livejournal.com]

I've noticed that you seem to actually handle crowds better than you expect of yourself... you appear to adjust somehow once you're out the door and committed to the venture. What did you end up doing?