*crickets chirping sfx*

Okayy... so everyone must be

a) busy with new-financial-year related work
b) dead
c) supine from sexual exhaustion
d) dead drunk
e) observing the passing of someone significant, whilst forgetting to inform me
f) busy with "getting married" stuff

So I went to the Slashdot meetup thingy. So many young nubile geeky types. So little time. And me without my rohypnol stash. It was a good evening, lots of email addresses changing hands. Some guy (Nathan Cochrane) from The Age left his details, but I folded them into a frog. Bwa. Bwaha.

It was supposed to be at Bliss on Queen St, but that place didn't open until 8:30. Echoes of the Weblogger meetup, which was supposed to be at Starfucks at 7pm, which closed at 6:30. A handful of us went to the Underground gym complex, and caught a few quick pervs until we decided to take it to Robot Sushi, in Bligh Place. Double-checking at Bliss again we discovered that a bunch of other geeks had made a previous executive decision and had moved the event to e55, on Elizabeth St. Beer was consumed, Go was played on my Palm V, bullshit was discussed. More perv action was performed. Ende.