I don't delete posts, even when I want to, because if I said something at a given time, I was obviously feeling it, and I don't take erasing my own history lightly. However, to take the edge off the rather cryptic and heavy posts of late, here's something completely out of nowhere.

Since I moved out of Athens, I haven't had a place to work on geeky project type stuff, and before I left, I managed to fix most of the nagging technical issues I'd been having. In short, in the topical rut I had dug for myself, I had little to blog about. Nothing was causing me problems, so there were no technological dragons to slay, and I wasn't making much headway on any neat projects. So, in largely avoiding inflicting depressing chunks of ennui upon the blog, I have been having a hard time finding something to write about, save for some general updates and a couple entries lauding the lovely and talented Leslie.

Well, that losing streak ended this morning. This one's a doozy. Well, for my ego anyway.

So, I can't sleep, and I'm listening to some music, and in and amongst my playlist comes on one of my songs. I begin to try to take to heart the venerable BadServo's commentary on the last couple things I've thrown out there, and this gets me listening, for comparison's sake, to several of my "songs," including one I hardly remembered making. This eventually led to a vanity Googling of "the rage box." There are things I do when I can't sleep that I'm not proud of.

Much to my surprise and initial chagrin, I found this page, right above the link to my official one. Seems like a page that features the search term about 4000 times in links should rate higher, but obviously Google knows their shit. Now, scroll alllll the way to the bottom of the enigmatic DJ Hypnos' playlist.

Now, if you do enough research with the available information, there are a number of almost terrifyingly odd things about this. I will list them in no particular order, and supply all the links you need to find the information I found.

This DJ is, as near as I can tell, from Romania. I have never, to my knowledge, been to Romania.

This playlist is from a set he did in a bar in Romania, called the Silencio Bar. They have a cool flash site that I have enjoyed despite being able to read precisely 4 words of. I have also never been to the Silencio Bar, but I suddenly feel an obsessive desire to go.

Given the track he played, it seemed a sure thing that he had a copy of Don't Touch My Car!!, which seems to be corroborated by the appearance of Stelladrine's "Black Helicopters over New Mexico" in his other show 2 weeks earlier, as shown here.

October 28th, when this set was played, is the birthday of one of the most important people in my life to date.

"Thunder and Lightning" apparently closed the set.

Oh, and lest I forget, I have never been to Romania.

So.

To summarize: a crappy song I made with 2 hands and a computer was played for (presumably) more than one person, in an industrial bar, in Bucharest.

Ladies, form a line to my left for makeouts. Dudes, form a line to my right for high fives.

I feel like a rock star, only without the talent or groupies or actual fans.

Still, some guy I've never met played a song I made off a CD made by a guy he'd probably never met in a country only one of the 3 of us has probably ever been to.

And I managed to figure all this out from the comfort of my bedroom, with a lack of sleep.

Anyone who says the internet is not the greatest invention in human history must have a friend with a working prototype Holodeck, is all I'm saying.

[and the girlies wanna scream]