Wednesday fliers: Valentine's Day weekend, writing

Maybe there is a Valentine gift to prepare and maybe there is not. Either way, it doesn't mean you can't go out and have a good time this weekend!

I won't be in town, but if you're around, you should definitely check out these events! (Click the fliers for more information!)

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I had been thinking about the Voyager Golden Record. In 1977, NASA sent this gold-plated copper phonograph record into outer space with Earth shit on it for aliens to listen to if they ever found it. I think it has some pictures on it, but mostly it has a bunch of music, including Chuck Berry's "Johnny B. Goode." Which, in my opinion, was an excellent choice.

It was fitting that I was thinking about outer space when my pal came in with four sugar cubes soaked in acid. They were wrapped in foil, they looked like those little moo cow cheeses. My pal was pleased with himself because people don't really do acid anymore and it's hard to get. We were planning on driving up to San Francisco to drop it with friends there.

He said, "Dude, what if we get pulled over? Dude, what if they have dogs?" I said, "The dogs will probably just eat the sugar." My friend started laughing so hard, a cartoony stoner laugh that sent him reeling backwards. "Dude, those dogs would be so fucked!" he said, "Those dogs would be tripping balls, man. Have you ever seen a dog on acid?" I said, "No, but my friend fed his cat shrooms once." He started laughing again, rolling around on the ground. "No way man! No way! What happened to the cat?" "The cat committed suicide." "No, fuck you man, that's not true. That's not funny. How did the cat commit suicide?" "It jumped out a window." "Man, fuck you." "Seriously." "Well, don't cats always land on their feet?" "Not when they fall three storeys." "You know man, fuck you." "I'm kidding. Cats aren't that smart." "Oh, okay then." He was silent, his mellow harshed. He was thinking, you could smell it. And then, "But dude, what if the cop dog ate the acid?" He started giggling again. "We'd be out a hit of acid and that would suck." "Dude, it would."

I wondered what kind of music the aliens would try to send us. I wondered if it would be like that Daft Punk movie.

Writing (Dedicated to Emma) February 11th 2009