...the flash lets it be broken...

"Chicken Tail Buns".

Baby. As glad as I am that you are actively thinking about my buns, this isn't what I intended when I asked you to come up with a dodgeball name for me. Is what I would say if I were actually speaking to you and not an unresponsive, tangibly-absent cyber audience.

As I was walking home tonight, I happened to pass a marching band. Full out ensemble with trumpets and percussion, with lots of flashlights to attract attention. At first I was confused, and thought this was too surreal to actually be occurring. Then I realised this is just one of the pretty attractions of living in the vacinity of Baldwin and Kensington Market.