Bad biscuit, no writer.

Played hooky last night to go down to Atlantic City to see Bruce (yes, again. Hey, considering he was talking about people who travelled all over to see him *cough cough looks off into the distance* I'm a mere piker with only two shows this tour). Once again, totally new interpretations of his own songs, almost all done slow and clear and painful -- and painfully perfect.

In short: Atlantic City. Solo and Semi-acoustic. Power was ON


( Read 'em and weep. )

and now, back to work for this suricata suricattus.

meme to fill the quiet

about to go head-down in Other Stuff, so to fill the space...

nipped from tina_jens:


If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.



*sits back with some trepidation, then gets nibbled on the ankle by manuscript and with a yelp, limps off to appease it*