(Time to dust this thing off. Transcribed from the longhand, written early on 3/21.)Tonight ( Read more... )

I have two tix for the Mountain Goats show at the Somerville Theater on the 25th, i.e. tomorrow. Or, technically, today.

Still not sure if Alana's going to be able to go. She has insisted I not give away my ticket.

Hrm.

( There is no such thing on earth as an uninteresting subject; the only thing that can exist is an uninterested person. )

Presented without comment.

Ok, lots in this post, and I'm having trouble keeping it all straight, so there might be a follow-up. But anyway!

( Spoilers, spoilers everywhere. ROSLIN IS A DUDE! )

Apparently Dr. Strain is married now.

Sorry, Sara.

Long ago, in the shadows of undergrad, a child of BONC told me that my then-blog INRI, in all its cryptic glory, was a frustrating read for a friend. The quality of my blogging since then is a matter of some debate among, well, me, but I'm afraid we're dipping back into that well again tonight ( Read more... )

Still looking for good turnout numbers, but this is damn interesting.

Fuck yeah.

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And while we're at it, let's give Meg a big hand, for having the common decency to work for whichever candidate I happened to be supporting at the time.