I'm not dead, I'm in New Mexico
Oct. 30th, 2012 12:16 amWhich, it has been observed, is neither new nor Mexico. It started as a two-week trip, but has stretched to three weeks thanks to a hurricane knocking out all air travel to the East Coast. I have heard that various New England governors may issue executive orders moving Halloween back a week, so if I play my cards right I may get two Halloweens. Not that Halloween is significantly different than other days, since I can wear what I want and eat as much candy as I like. (I can also go to the bathroom without a hall pass. I have many privileges.)
With all this time, I did make a two-night jaunt to Orange County, having not visited California since I was maybe 12. I must say I am let down by the 405, which was less intimidating than horror stories have led me to believe, even during rush hour. It is nowhere near as infuriating as the Capitol Beltway. We stayed with Raine, and it was very good to see her again. Moreover, I now have a third imaginary band [the others being Sartre's Pussy (of "Enter the Corpse" non-fame, because performing or otherwise showing any of our work ever would destroy our mystique) and Outrageous Claims (which is definitely a real band and it's just that none of us have bought our instruments)].
My new band is the worst cover band in the world. The worst cover band in the world is just me by myself, mostly a cappella, and I don't know any of the songs of the band or what band.
We are as advertised.
Val and I played the Penguin Books board game for the first time, and it is no good except that you collect very tiny books as tokens, and we got to apply the dust jacket stickers to them.
With all this time, I did make a two-night jaunt to Orange County, having not visited California since I was maybe 12. I must say I am let down by the 405, which was less intimidating than horror stories have led me to believe, even during rush hour. It is nowhere near as infuriating as the Capitol Beltway. We stayed with Raine, and it was very good to see her again. Moreover, I now have a third imaginary band [the others being Sartre's Pussy (of "Enter the Corpse" non-fame, because performing or otherwise showing any of our work ever would destroy our mystique) and Outrageous Claims (which is definitely a real band and it's just that none of us have bought our instruments)].
My new band is the worst cover band in the world. The worst cover band in the world is just me by myself, mostly a cappella, and I don't know any of the songs of the band or what band.
We are as advertised.
Val and I played the Penguin Books board game for the first time, and it is no good except that you collect very tiny books as tokens, and we got to apply the dust jacket stickers to them.