I'm so tired, you guys. So so tired. I feel like I'm made out of over-boiled noodles. I've spent every free moment doing Moving Stuff for the last couple of weeks. If I'm not packing boxes and bags and lugging them downstairs to the car, I'm sorting out old papers to burn or clothes to give to charity. I'm sick to fucking death of this process and ( Read more... )

The house concert went damn well. I'm delighted with how neatly things worked out: aside from my housemates and the entertainers themselves, twenty-one people came as audience members, which is exactly the right size of crowd to pack our living room. We opening acts sounded pretty good, and the Banjo Apocalypse Crinoline Troubadours were fabulous: ( Read more... )

THE HOUSE CONCERT IS A GO ( Read more... )