Vampires et Rock Stars

Jon Bon Jovi did a Vampire film last year?

Who knew?

In other thoughts.... who remembers the first time they saw a Pac Man machine?
For me it was in the video arcade next to Perry's Pizza (yes, THAT Perry's Pizza) in the Galleria. I can't say with certainty, but it's bloody likely that I was was wearing blue O.P. corderouy (sp?) shorts, tropical print Van's slip on shoes, and a Dodgers baseball cap.

Not that it's a requirement

but the one item I could do with out is.....well... if anyone is up for the novelty and adventure of making a local (seattle) phone call to Europe, they should ring my cel phone.

PS: 26 Hours in country and still no Hookers or Hashish.... now that's self control....


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yup, you can't get rid of me....near the supposed homeland

okay, while drifting off to sleep on the plane (think Alphajet), and after putting the thought "Hey Sven, you've got to build up a tolerance to Vodka for this trip." to practice... and then trying to drift off to sleep, I had the realizationthat my previous posting was a 'sampling' of B-Lau's going to Paris riff.

Thanks B-Lau.

I'm in the Netherlands until Monday, when I go to London, and then I'm in Finland from 12/26 until I decide to come back. Until then, Jeff Curnes is in charge.
Other than that, it's cold, and I supposed I'm supposed to go find Hookers and Hashish eh?

What the Future Holds, in various frames of time

Immediate, or within hours:
Sushi
Peter Gabriel

Days:
Vancouver
Peter Gabriel (again)
KLM and the blue liquor that they give you.
The Netherlands
The Solstice (Possibly from within the arctic circle)
London
London Theatre
A meeting that may just turn into a partnership/job interview sort of thing.
The Celebration of Dead Baby Jesus' Birth from some drunken, cynical barstool in London
Finland
Aurora Borealis
Finnish Rock Clubs
Finnish Rock Cathedrals
Finnish Sushi
a visit to the Nokia World Headquarters (hacker tourism)
Finnish Mexican Food.
No Laptop
No Email
No Blog

Now, I assume that when reality sets in, about a week from now, whilst about to go into a convulsive SPAZ unless I've read the latest in the Mexi-Fry-Tater Tot debates, I'll be checking my email from some net cafe or something.... but, like that Icehouse song that sounds just like a Bryan Ferry Song.... no promises