Sorry, I know I’ve been posting more videos than ever recently. My right wrist has gone fucky yet again, fuckier than normal, even. So I’m in a brace and working and writing less, damn it all. And this too shall pass and things will be back to normal. But for now it is simply harder to stop and write out an entry.

Not that I have much to say, anyway. Found one of my old friends (Vlad) the other night and grabbed a drink with him. That was insanely cool. Turns out he lives only a short hop away from me, so we’re planning dinner. So I can meet his daughters. Yikes!

Ticketmaster cracked me up this morning by sending me an auto-reminder. “Oh hai! You have Tom Waits tickets for this weekend.” I know they are auto-generated but part of me was wondering if there was any chance in hell of “Oh SNAP! I got Waits tickets? I totally forgot!”

Yeah, no.

I’m reading, for the record, The Books of the South: Tales of the Black Company right now (and it isn’t as good as Chronicles of the Black Company but that still puts it above a lot of things.) followed, probably by British Summertime by Paul Cornell (the one what wrote some Dr. Who, as well), which is described thusly: “The lives of five people collide: a woman who can read anything, from body language to the shape of a city; a pilot from the future; a spy; a killer; and a head without a body. The end of the world is coming, and only they can stop it. Their journey reaches back to the days of the New Testament, and forward to the end of time.”

Plus a bunch of review books I need to get back to.

Anyway. Enough for now. More later.