another evening spent saving lives. three near-fatalities, two saved through sheer skill and one saved through voodoo. now we have two people walking around thanking us with every breath they take and one zombie.


ok, not really. that's what we decided to say when people ask how first-aiding tonight's concert went. we actually spent four hours playing hangman (I got 'indubitable' with only one extra letter; took my partner-in-crime six extras to get 'juneau'), learning about direct ratio rectangles and that x = 1 + 1/(1 + 1/(1 + 1/(1 + 1/1 + ...))) approaches 1.6180 (due to said partner-in-crime being a cambridge grad and nearly-finished maths doctoral student) and discussing the australian jesus, who was clearly the anti-christ because he was born upside down on easter, turns wine into water, takes 40 fish and hands out five, makes healthy people sick and washes the feet of random women.


and I'm gonna go back to eating the chocolate meant for bribing subjects now. nine posts till no. 300.