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i forgot to end with this link as i'd intended last night:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2007/10/10/baseduced110.xml

don't ask me what it says. i haven't read it.

call me queer, but i like hanging out at the airport. i like being much too early for a flight. every now and then i like the feeling of being a non-entity in a non-place. and Changi is one of the most comfortable non-places there is to be a non-entity in. null pointe. and with free access to the internets. and Bundaberg Root Beer. joy.

i should be catching up on The Daily Show, as i may be missing the next couple weeks of it, except when i get to spend a couple weeknights over at E.Cross Saltire's place, but my man Paul just sent me the latest Radiohead; the internet access here is amazing. i've almost got the complete playlist on my harddrive and the player's only on track two.

so far, i have to agree with Paul: this is amazing stuff. it has the Eraser vibe, but is far more accessible. and yea, hints of Hail to the Thief.

there. back on track one (typing and downloading has its hazards...such as accidentally clicking open file when you only want to add the file to the wmp playlist. ah well. so far this stuff is good enough for me not to mind. and besides. it be Radiohead) and i've just completed downloading all ten tracks.

the box still looks mighty tempting though. (which can be found and ordered here:

http://www.inrainbows.com/Store/Quickindex.html)

anyway, where was i? oh yes, hanging out in nowheres. i was the first person through immigration. unfortunately there is no door prize for that, except maybe complete privacy when using the facilities, but i get ahead of myself. anyway, i just barely got out of a gazillion-course lauriat-style whatever-you-call-'ems-Chinese dinner thingies my boss threw to thank everybody who helped out at the Hanoi meeting a couple weeks ago. don't get me wrong, Chinese food is tasty, but dammit i can't take very much of it. so the cab i'd called for arrived just in time to save me from a very harsh, very impolite, very nasty, very slow gastronomic death.

and i still had to use the facilities when i got here. which is why it sometimes pays in very practical ways to be insanely early for your flight.

i'd just gotten my luggage from the bosses car when i was informed the taxi had arrived. my exit was as unceremonious as it was sudden. sometimes i think all goodbyes should be so easy.

right. enough rambling. time to soak up In Rainbows. yea, thank you grampa Paul.

drat. just realized i forgot my mp3 USB cable. ah well. i doubt i'll be using the ol' autism inducer while i'm home. i do have my trilby though, so that's all right.