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"See, my rage is not just poorly-suppressed impulse control it is social commentary." -- goblinpaladin, 2008-04-04

"See, my rage is not just poorly-suppressed impulse control it is social commentary." -- goblinpaladin, 2008-04-04

Tomorrow evening, 2008-04-12, at 8 PM, The Homespun Ceilidh Band at the Greenbelt Arts Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. Call 301-441-8770 to reserve a ticket.

We've got some new tunes y'all haven't heard us do before. ;-) (In addition to a bunch of the old favourites, of course!)

Tomorrow evening, 2008-04-12, at 8 PM, The Homespun Ceilidh Band at the Greenbelt Arts Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. Call 301-441-8770 to reserve a ticket.

We've got some new tunes y'all haven't heard us do before. ;-) (In addition to a bunch of the old favourites, of course!)

Last night around midnight I was oh so sleepy and just wanted to get to my bed and crash. But every time I've been close to falling asleep, my right calf has twitched or cramped. Bleah.

I owe at least two people rather important email -- I plan to get to that a little later today; at the moment I don't feel coherent enough for communication much more significant than pointing and exclaiming " Shiny!"

And on the feline front: the most recent episode of "Perrine is hunting something on my bed while I'm trying to sleep" turned out to be an itty bitty flying insect that was crawling and hopping instead of flying (already injured perhaps), that had somehow gotten into the house, and not, thank goodness, another mouse brought upstairs from the kitchen this time.

Last night around midnight I was oh so sleepy and just wanted to get to my bed and crash. But every time I've been close to falling asleep, my right calf has twitched or cramped. Bleah.

I owe at least two people rather important email -- I plan to get to that a little later today; at the moment I don't feel coherent enough for communication much more significant than pointing and exclaiming " Shiny!"

And on the feline front: the most recent episode of "Perrine is hunting something on my bed while I'm trying to sleep" turned out to be an itty bitty flying insect that was crawling and hopping instead of flying (already injured perhaps), that had somehow gotten into the house, and not, thank goodness, another mouse brought upstairs from the kitchen this time.