Nun gets handy around the house.

Welp, my closet shelf collapsed again. Luckily, the hardware store that's on a bus line from my place had a Labor Day sale, so I picked up a couple of 2x2s, cut them to size, and put them in place under the shelf. I didn't attach them to the wall, because the only thing likely to knock them down is an earthquake, which will entail much bigger problems. Once again, I hope this is the last entry I ever write about closet shelves.

Nun explores her new neighborhood and gets a blast from her past.

A little background for people who've forgotten or just couldn't reasonably be expected to know: back in the aughts I used to go to some very rave-flavored club nights at (ugh) Studio 7 and... whatever that place was on Elliott*. Among the then-young DJs was a young lady who went by DJ Jimni Cricket.

Fast forward to yesterday. On one of the local online fora, I found out that Jimni and friends were going to play on the patio at Woodsky's**, a venue that I hadn't even heard of yet a twenty minute walk from my place!

I got there to see my crew, Mud Pie Luv, spinning and a group of bears – the two-legged kind. Eventually I saw Jimni, resplendent in an outfit that I can only describe as Elegant Gothic Lolita (EGL for the cognoscenti) mixed with candy raver. Talk about living your stereotypes; Jimni does that in spades.

The choonz? Pretty great, for the most part. I confess to loving the old school house, and even the drum & bass, more than Jimni's blistering happy hardcore. On the other hand, I think it's a riot to hear Nirvana or Beck remixed at 150+ BPM, and the MPL folks really do put some art into their live show.

Worthy of note: usually at those nights at (ugh) Studio 7 I was the only trans person there. Not yesterday! I was one of maybe half a dozen in a group not much more than twice that size. Dayumn. We may not be taking over the world, but we seem to be taking over the rave scene.

Also worthy of note: Jimni Cricket is a professional graphic artist. I guess it was her idea to put out butcher paper and crayons for everyone. (The bears drew some very realistic penes.) Like all such artists with materials handy, she just can't put them down if she's not busy with something else. And the collaborative butcher paper art turned out pretty well!

A+, would rave on a narrow patio again! Only next time I'm bringing my umbrella because I got rained on briefly. Yeah, summer is drawing to a close in Seattle.



*Not the Transcendent Church of Bass, which I remember fondly as being super hippy. I'm thinking of a different place on Elliott. I thought it was Club Motor, but Elliott isn't the location that the internet remembers.
**Its theme is skiing and snowboarding. Wood skis. Le sigh.