Damn them and their stickers

I had a Deja vu moment not to long ago. I got a sticker, from a DJ. Had this not just happened a few months ago I would have thought nothing of it.

But...

In my quest for fresh blog material, I was digging through old emails and found a conversation between myself and Em about the last DJ...

> Yeah, that's too bad about the DJ, cause you know DJ's are always hot...
> any dude that puts on headphones, stands behind some decks and bounces his
> head around is always going to be hot. Ha...

The head bobbing... Em and I caught the end of MSTRKRFT's set during SXSW. The music and the head bobbing, such a turn on.

Luckily I haven't seen the whole head bobbing thing yet. Besides, I didn't know this one was a DJ until the sticker was handed out. I met the former one at a party he was DJing at. Slightly diffferent, no?

Then I reminded myself of the internet stalking with the other DJ. For starters, they all put their web address on the sticker. The web address usually leads to some sort of blog and/or MySpace page. Then there is music to download and listen to while you read everything they wrote.

Yes, internet stalking is bad. But it is their fault for giving me the sticker in the first place.