ends & beginnings

Ends:

Re-bar is up for sale on Craig's List. I hope it's not a hostile takeover. It's things like this that make me feel like the Angel of Death for subcultures I love. I was already planning on going there tonight.

When you're just a few hours' work away from finishing a sewing project that's taken you months, do you speed up? I do. Expect a victory dance post in a few days.

The End is here. Aw, yeah.

Beginnings:

I'm very much in favor of cool people reproducing, and one of you has done so. (Name withheld for security reasons.) I can't wait to roll my tongue at the baybee. The rest of you, if you so desire, get busy while you can. Better yet, adopt the progeny from some of the many teen pregnancies that result from right-wing family "planning".

I wrote to OSeaO. They'll be having "mellow" events like dub & jazz starting Dec. 1. At least in that case, I'm not quite the Angel of Death, maybe the Angel of Really Bad Cold.

The End is near!

I've finally finished all of A Series of Unfortunate Events. All of it that's been published, that is. I read the first eight volumes aloud to my boy, and we're in the middle of Book the Ninth.

Techno alert: I'll be at Neumo's on Friday for Future Funk, which is part of the four-day Decibel Festival. This particular night has the fun, glitchy duo Jacob London. I missed them a couple of months ago through no fault of my own, so it's payback time.

Alert the media: nun stays home.

I'm low on sleep due to really yummy homemade baked beans last night.
I'm poor.
I've got my copy of the last Lemony Snicket book.
I've got the tippy tail end of a mammoth sewing project.
I've got what for me is a lot of good beer in the fridge.
I bagged Re-bar. Don't tell Riz.

Maybe I'll go out later this weekend. Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll hit S&B instead.