you might start believing/you're immune to gravity and stuff

eredien, every so often, actually reads the newspapers, and so found out on-- oh, Saturday?-- about the Halloween concert the Dresden Dolls were having at the Avalon, fairly close to us. So we got tickets (late Sunday) and then, sadly, eredien got sick and could not come with.

Therefore gaudior and weirdquark and I went. (syonakeleste, you were sorely missed!) It was one of those things that I knew was a bad idea going in for reasons of the timing of appointments and job stuff the next day, and Ruth having to get up at five o'clock in the morning to go to her internship, and sixteen other things I ought to have been doing and a long-distance friend I was quite worried about, but dammit, every so often one needs to stay out till all hours on a weeknight, and Halloween is a day for being gloriously stupid.

And it was indeed glorious. Best night out I've had in a long, long time.

( Musings on the club and the crowd and the opening act and a bit about the concert, even. )

If you like Goth music, or indy-rock, or people who know how to play the piano, and haven't stumbled across the Dresden Dolls yet, you can find their official site here. It has a couple of free downloads and will certainly give you the general idea. They call themselves 'Brechtian punk cabaret', which about sums it up; musically accomplished, infernally catchy, and almost subliminally dysfunctional.

I think I need more sleep now.

you might start believing/you're immune to gravity and stuff

eredien, every so often, actually reads the newspapers, and so found out on-- oh, Saturday?-- about the Halloween concert the Dresden Dolls were having at the Avalon, fairly close to us. So we got tickets (late Sunday) and then, sadly, eredien got sick and could not come with.

Therefore gaudior and weirdquark and I went. (syonakeleste, you were sorely missed!) It was one of those things that I knew was a bad idea going in for reasons of the timing of appointments and job stuff the next day, and Ruth having to get up at five o'clock in the morning to go to her internship, and sixteen other things I ought to have been doing and a long-distance friend I was quite worried about, but dammit, every so often one needs to stay out till all hours on a weeknight, and Halloween is a day for being gloriously stupid.

And it was indeed glorious. Best night out I've had in a long, long time.

( Musings on the club and the crowd and the opening act and a bit about the concert, even. )

If you like Goth music, or indy-rock, or people who know how to play the piano, and haven't stumbled across the Dresden Dolls yet, you can find their official site here. It has a couple of free downloads and will certainly give you the general idea. They call themselves 'Brechtian punk cabaret', which about sums it up; musically accomplished, infernally catchy, and almost subliminally dysfunctional.

I think I need more sleep now.

Yuletide

I have a whole gigantic list of productive things I need to do today, but it started with 'sign up for yuletide, and now I am exhausted.

As usual, it's a melange of 'Hmm' and 'Oh, cool' and 'you want what with the which, now?' I think the winner in the final category this year was pretty scary, and I hope that the person who wants fanfiction of Also Sprach Zarathustra does not have her heart set on it.

Did not see anything requested from authors who have publicly stated that they would be very unhappy if fic happened, and I was checking; of course there may be some I don't know about, but I wanted to make sure that for example papersky was not going to have to deal with it later, and it looks fine.

I feel vaguely guilty about signing up for a fan-thing when I've got original stuff on backburner, but the writing-to-deadline aspect means that I will at least get some damn wordage-- last year's fic was one of only two things I finished in 2004, and jump-started a spate of actually writing, so I'm hoping the same will happen again.

Yuletide

I have a whole gigantic list of productive things I need to do today, but it started with 'sign up for yuletide, and now I am exhausted.

As usual, it's a melange of 'Hmm' and 'Oh, cool' and 'you want what with the which, now?' I think the winner in the final category this year was pretty scary, and I hope that the person who wants fanfiction of Also Sprach Zarathustra does not have her heart set on it.

Did not see anything requested from authors who have publicly stated that they would be very unhappy if fic happened, and I was checking; of course there may be some I don't know about, but I wanted to make sure that for example papersky was not going to have to deal with it later, and it looks fine.

I feel vaguely guilty about signing up for a fan-thing when I've got original stuff on backburner, but the writing-to-deadline aspect means that I will at least get some damn wordage-- last year's fic was one of only two things I finished in 2004, and jump-started a spate of actually writing, so I'm hoping the same will happen again.