So...
an unofficial AlfA convention has taken place, unplanned, over the last 2 days or so.
Sightings were had over the Xmas season, of course-- I saw maximo and jejq, anita, renemaphone, even laid eyes on the elusive skye.
No recent Cara sightings to report.
The events of the last 48 hours began with the recent re-emergence (from shadows) of smokytiger, a.k.a. greywanderer, followed shortly after by the c-doggie himself, art doctor quitmoanez.
Events of this brief re-union involed:
--a convention of Mac G4 powerbooks at my and jenni's place on langside (the bangside, yo)
--beers at the label, with waterman and knackerson leading on guitar, some organ sounds from greywanderer, wolfboy on drums trying to pretend he was animal from the muppet show. At one point, quitmoanez put on a WW II bomber pilot leather helmet, and danced the Sacred Dance of Emination.
--an excursion to the times changed cafe to see righteous ike whose magic guitar makes people go into a trance (because he has found the mystical "lost chord")
--a breakfast at the sal's on esplanade riel, overlooking the partially frozen Red River. louis riel was never far from our thoughts. Attendees to this breakfast included:
--pancoe, known for pottery and fancy american education and general all-around Johnny Canuck coolness
--jenni O, celebrated artist, resplendent as always in her retro chic
--c-dog, the good doctor of art
--knick knackerson, whose merit needs no introduction to those of you who hold to the true way
--Dru, less than one year old and wiser than us all
--plischke, mother of men
--saidman, who looked like a jovial NFL quarterback in his backwards cap
--oh, yes, and myself, wolfboy. I think I'm going to change my name again soon.
That's about it.
C-dog is back to smoggy toronto.
AlfA rules.