January 20th, 2006

Shriner Dan

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I just met farechicken. She was hanging with friend Patrick Welch at Millennium Park. I was passing by, on my way to the Art Institute to buy Nighthawks postcards for my 826CHI workshop tomorrow, when I thought I recognized Welch's distinctive coif of naturally spikey hair running along the middle of his head. He was seated by a young lady, blonde and bespectacled, and I immediately thought, "Aha, it is the farechicken!" I did have my moment of thinking, "Boy, I sure hope it's them." For some reason I always experience cognitive dissonance when I don't see someone for a long time. Once in a while I've tried to conduct too-familiar conversations with people who, as it turned out, I didn't know from Adam, leading them to ask, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Hoorah, it was them! We chatted, and while I'd describe farechicken as a little cold, I only mean it in the sense that she was obviously freezing, due to our wonderful Chicago winter weather (though lately it's been practically pleasant, compared to other Januarys). Wear a heavier coat, missy! She informed me that as I passed by, she thought, "Hey, that looks like mrdankelly!" As it turned out, it WAS mrdankelly, but... but... that's impossible! For you see...

At that very intersection, mrdankelly... died in a car accident... FIVE YEARS AGO!

But... but... THEN WHO AM I!?!

< demonic laughter >Ah-hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! < / demonic laughter >

Anyway, she was very nice, and I hope I didn't annoy her too much. Welch. Ah, who cares? He's a pratt and a ponce.