Last night, I dreamed that our choir was putting on a cabaret as a fundraiser. We were also travelling, so the cabaret was being performed in a hotel ballroom. Our choirmaster had managed to procure Liza Minnelli to sing one song, and I was supposed to accompany her on the guitar. Only...I hadn't practiced. I hadn't even looked at the music. I ( Read more... )

Last night, I dreamed I was on an admissions committee for potential students at a university. I have no idea where this university was, and, in fact, I was not on the campus of the university. We were all at some sort of conference center/office building. There was a large room with a large table around it, and there were about twenty of us. Lunch ( Read more... )

My roommate has posted pictures of the catastrophe here:

http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=wdj6s9n.lta88iv&x=0&y=-a4lotc&localeid=en_US

Not much time to blog. Hopefully I'll survive today and get back to it. Sheesh...

Except that last night, in the middle of a very nice dinner, the top half of a tree came through the roof. And ceiling. Big holes now. And mess. All is well for the moment, though.

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Once, when I was on choir tour in college, we stopped at a place like Wal-Mart or somesuch, and, wanting something to read, I perused their book section. I settled upon a horror novel titled "Waltz With Evil". This was the first time I'd read a really bad novel. I think of the book occasionally and it lifts my spirits to know that I, too, may one ( Read more... )

Or, rather, wrong car. Yesterday's ride to work was rather interesting. A woman on the train had an outburst attack of what I can only imagine was Tourette Syndrome. It started with low-volume swearing, which is not uncommon on MARTA, so I really didn't pay it much attention at first. Then she started kicking the window of the train. Fortunately, ( Read more... )

So...Bill finally calls me back. He didn't "go out", as it were. He moved out of David's Den into another halfway house/recovery place. Which sounds a heap better than David's Den, but less structured. Five bedroom house with four guys. House meetings every other week, and a requirement of two 12-step meetings a week. $165 a week. Not bad ( Read more... )

Well, I've decided that if the police do want me, they know where to find me. It's not like I'm keeping my whereabouts a secret. I've talked with someone at David's Den, and they didn't mention it. I have discovered that two of my friends there have "gone out" again. God be with them.

Watched the movie "Shutter" and was pretty much disappointed. An American translation of a Thai horror film. Perhaps I should watch the original. The plotline reminded me a bit of M.R.James's "Martin's Close ( Read more... )