this random bit of conversation occurred last friday:
thuy: i would like a house in big sur
thuy: with my backyard suspended over the pacific
thuy: so i can play these damn ambient songs i love so much
thuy: LOUD
thuy: and make toys
eggie: you might scare off the whales with that ambient shit
thuy: or they might converge under my backyard
eggie: they might think it's their long-lost cousin
thuy: or a dying relative
thuy: i have to post thhis bit on schmeebot