Oh, brain, you gotta be kidding me. After months and months of relatively peaceful, undisrupted sleep, you decide it's time for the return of the linear dreams? Did I do something to offend you? Was it all that popcorn I ate yesterday? Or maybe you just decided that I was sleeping too restfully. Whatever the case, last night was one long, ( Read more... )

1. Not even excessive drinking is enough to let me sleep past eight o'clock in the morning these days. Truly, I am in hell. But the amaretto was nice.

2. Chris may actually be a saint. Amy's flight -- which I was under the impression left Oakland at nine -- actually left Oakland at six. Yeah. And he got her to the plane on time. SAINT ( Read more... )

10. I have an Amy! I've been lax about posting this, because I've been enormously distracted, but it's true -- I have an Amy, probably still asleep in my guest room at this very moment. And we've been having an awesome time, even if it did include me convincing her to walk to Kate and GP's house from Rockridge BART.

9. Having discovered NCIS ( Read more... )

We have an Amy! Well, specifically, right now, Kate and GP have an Amy -- GP decided to be a God Among Men last night, and picked her up from the airport -- as Amy is unconscious in their basement. I went to bed alone after Supernatural, and woke up accompanied by a redheaded fiddler. Now that, ladies and gentlemen, is what I call a take-out ( Read more... )

Another week begins, with another fire-drill out the door, accompanied by the dulcet tones of a Siamese cat demanding to know why I persist in setting off the loud buzzing thing every morning. Oh Lilly, my dearest Lilly, believe me, if I could send you in my place, I would. In a heartbeat ( Read more... )

I woke up four minutes before the alarm -- always a more pleasant start than the blare of sirens in my ear -- with the remains of a fascinating dream about a country divided by political differences and pandemic infectious leprotic cytosis lingering in my head. Even my dreams have nasty tricks of virology in them. Not that I'm complaining. Lilly ( Read more... )

First, the strip:

With Friends Like These... #31: Build-A-Band.

Second, the footnotes:

I have never in my life been so glad to finish a strip. That damn last panel kept looking at me.

I may never sleep again.

Mommy.

...or Concord. Concord will do ( Read more... )

The first time I was asked to participate in the Pegasus Concert was 2004, when I performed 'Black Davie's Ride' with Paul Kwinn and Alisa Garcia (one-half of Puzzlebox, aka, 'my darling Matt's favourite filk group in the entire known universe'). I've actually been in the concert every year since then, which I hadn't fully realized until I really ( Read more... )

It's official: either Kate's basement triggers lucid dreaming, or I can, in fact, be actively forced into having a dream in my ongoing linear series by having someone tell me, as I'm going to bed, that I'm going to have one. Thanks, Kate. Thanks a lot. Because nothing says 'sleeping well the night before your last day in the state before you ( Read more... )