Where's my goddamn snow day?

[muckefuck]

All in all, not a bad commute this morning. I thought I was being all awesome and getting to work early by leaving the house in plenty of time to catch the shuttle before the one I usually catch, but it was five minutes late and took twice as long as usual, so I actually strode into the office a few minutes late. Fortunately, the normal transit time is something on the order of fifteen minutes and I had a seat, so it simply meant more time to read Allende--when I wasn't gazing out at the pretty pretty snow. (Can I just say now how amused I am to hear Wisconsin snow snob "IM N UR FRENS PAIGE FUCKN UP TEH DIZPLAY WITH" mikiedoggie refer to it as "flurries"?)

It's going to be a long day for me. Last night I obeyed spookyfruit's summons to come out and support Congress of Starlings at Schuba's, though only after he swore to me that honest to goddess they would take the stage at 9 p.m. They did, but I ended up hanging around talking for at least an hour after their set, and then I got home just as monshu was getting up for his midnight snack/smoke break, so there was no point in falling asleep before he came back to bed anyway.

Worth it though. They played a kickass new number which Aerin introduced with the words, "This is a song about the goddess Artemis. She's a lover, but she has no on/off switch." (Only much later did I discover that the woman it was written about was actually in the room at the time.) It was so stompin', it actually allowed me to forget about the ASSHOLES standing around talking in the back of the room for a moment or two. (Spooky says this is endemic to that performance space, alas.)

Comments

[lhn.livejournal.com]

"This is a song about the goddess Artemis. She's a lover, but she has no on/off switch."

I don't think that's a version of Artemis I'm familiar with.

[innerdoggie.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I thought she turned people into deer so that they could be killed by their own hunting dogs.

I don't see her as a lover, I see her as running that Cabela's store.

'cause it's always set to "off"

[his-regard.livejournal.com]

Hey! Cold, unrequiting love is still love. Anyone who says otherwise will be offered a chance to repent their heresy as a blood sacrifice on my Tiffani-Amber Thiessen shrine.

[his-regard.livejournal.com]

You remember that I live an easy three-block walk from Schuba's, yes? And that I have a cell phone? And enjoy music?

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Talk to the Wilmeister! I didn't even glance at the other addresses on the reminder e-mail!

[mikiedoggie.livejournal.com]

These are just little flurries, they're already over!

Oh come on, 1024x768 should be fine in this day and age for a photo. :P They only were flurries. *Happy happy joy joy snow snow*

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Not up here they aren't!

[areia.livejournal.com]

Just went and listened to some tracks on their website and I really like them! I think I'll have to drag Mr. Areia out to Urban Cafe for their next performance. He's been saying he wants to get into the local music scene for the last three years, so this sounds like a great place to start.

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

OH NOES!!! I was planning to catch that show. If we finally meet in person after all these virtual years, who knows what kind of cataclysmic effect could be released?

[areia.livejournal.com]

Ooo - if we cause a large enough temporal disturbance maybe Torchwood will show up. Indie music and Captain Jack... sounds like a party to me.