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Here ya go.

Set list included

I Zimbra

Strange Overtones

One Fine Day

Help Me Somebody

Life During Wartime

Crosseyed and Painless

Take me to the River

Heaven

Born Under Punches

AND IT WAS GREAT.  Taking transit to the Queen Elizabeth Theater was easy and quick.

Now all I gotta do is stay out of the kitchen so I don’t eat or drink anything and thus don’t mess up my test results today.  Then I get the 5 suckered octopot that is a holter monitor off and get my bloodwork finished.  And then I’m going to come home and maybe do some domestic stuff (we are watching the microwave slowly die and may need to replace it) and then maybe Keith comes over with his friend A. the anime fan who is from Germany, and maybe they won’t come over because she’ll be all tuckered out from meeting her own rellies here in town.  They have met IRL and stayed in touch on line. Then I get ready for my date tonight, I’m taking him to Horizon and hopefully I won’t be late like I was last time and we’ll be able to watch the sunset from up on that hill, which on a fine day is really pretty.  In the middle there I will likely do some cooking – I’m thinking rum balls – and watching a movie – but on the other hand I’m thinking I want to get out of the movie phase and go back to reading books, so I’m also thinking a trip to the library, except I can’t find my stupid library card.

And I want my hat.  I misplaced my hat and I am going to see if I can get it back.

The sun has been out in Vancouver for days, the big dump of snow I gloomily forecast for the middle of February has failed to appear (Yay!!! I was wrong!), I got another date for Saturday night (this time I’m taking him to Horizons, my dime), I’m going to get a holter monitor this morning (and prob’ly half a dozen tubes of blood, blech), I’ll see David Byrne tonight with Jeff (Kopper indicated interest, note to self, talk to her before buying tix), Jeff and I watched the last half of Them (the CLASSIC giant insect fear film) and the new CSI and we ate curried chickpeas and brown rice for dinner.  I made pudding out of the leftover rice (I should probably get it off the back deck before the burglars get into it).

It’s now clear and cold in the city; there’s a skin of frost on the surfaces which will vanish with the sun.

I got to see the campsite where Mr. E. Man spends his leisure time and meet a couple of the folks who hang out there.  (One of whom said “Did you bring your mandolin?” and appeared disappointed when I said, “Uh, no, seeing as how the plan was walking around in muddy places and eating in a nice restaurant.”   I feel like I’ve fallen into a rabbit hole where everybody I meet is predisposed to like me.) I can’t talk about the campsite because otherwise I’d be giving away a secret about the best kept secret in the lower mainland.  Let’s just put it this way… it SO has the vibe of Red Deer Lodge except that it is on the ocean.  And you are allowed to have campfires 24/7/365.

Then we went and ate dinner at Iguana’s in White Rock, and listened to live music (one guy and one guitar, and sheesh was he talented) and then I went home.    The owner of Iguana’s hugged my date on the way in the door.  Yeah, I don’t think he had a problem getting a reservation. Oh, and by the way, it was the best table in the house.

Daughter Katie bailed on an afternoon of girly fun today (wa) because she is sick with what sounds like bronchitis.  Smart grandparents will call her and commend her.  But then she’s back at school tomorrow so I’ll see her at Brentwood after work.  I think I’ll buy her some foodicles and catch up with her.

Today, Nascar.  Tonight, hopefully, I’m feeding Mike and Jeff dinner.  Something nice, with potatoes.

Today, NO LAUNDRY.  I’m finally caught up.  In fact, unless it involves moving my Valentines printing press set-up back into my room I’m not doing ANYTHING.  Except listening to music and maybe getting another song written down.

Go outside.

I’m off to the BCCDC to get my last hep shots.  Hey, free shots for a food borne illness when we’re about to experience the collapse of civilization?  I’m in.

Jeff and I had a brief talk about what to do given that the bottom continues to fall out, and we have some issues to explore but have made not decisions.  Gunsmiths, locksmiths, and people who breed security dogs will probably do okay. These are not things I want to do.

My blood work and holter monitor stuff happens next weekend.

My eHarmony dude and I will be dining in White Rock this evening.  I am very much looking forward to it.  I’m just working on his Valentine card, which hopefully he will find amusing rather than unsettling.

I dunno about this guy.  I think he’s got me figured out.  When I said I hadn’t gone to the doc yet after my spell last week, he said, “That’s just stupid.  If it’s something you can fix, fix it.  Remember, if you have a stroke, you’ll just end up being a burden.”

Allegra goes to doctor pronto.  And loses her hat.

Hissed at Patricia yesterday, but she was right (of course…. why do I bother??)  I was cheesed off at the customer, but I googled him and found out he’s litigious.  All better now.  Don’t poke the bear!

I think we have sunk to a new low for stoopid kid names.  Forwarded from Coz. Gerald.

Truly…. but it’s done and now Jeff’s gonna give me a ride to work, otherwise I will be late.

Here’s a man who makes money preventing children from being vaccinated.

On a rose.

I have gotten some but not all of the Valentines cards ready.

I go to the doctor this morning.  Jeff’s going to drive me and then take me in to work.  I slept okay but my chest still feels funny; it doesn’t exactly hurt.

I’m making waffles.  We had leftovers last night.  Lima beans make for really dreadful gas, but there’s sort of a running contest around here (I’m losing, just so we keep it straight) so no harm done.

I’ve got a date for Saturday night.  I don’t mind a restaurant meal –  I really want to see the dog!  All 110 pounds of her.

LTGW called last night to check up on me.  I like it when people phone me.

I feel really stupid these days.  Honestly, I think in the last month I’ve lost about 20 IQ points.  You won’t get any argument from Jeff.  I just wish I could have oxygen all the time, that was so lovely.  Dries you out though. John V. warned me after I got the O2 that I’d be coughing for the rest of the day.

Otter breaks into zoo to party with inmates.

For the lyrics, I needed those.

Anyway, last night I fed Paul, Keith, Jeff and ScaryClown pork chomps, chicken breasts, corn, lima beans, smashed potatoes and garlic bread, and then we watched Planet  Earth and then I did a load of laundry and then I went to bed.  I was just drifting off to sleep and Katie called ‘To hear my voice.”  Happy sigh.  My chest was hurting but I know it’s just a pulled muscle plus anxiety so I breathed deep, pasted a big smile on my face, and holy crap, I’m woke up this morning still here.

I’m going to talk to Jeff about where all my passwords are, where my will is, cheerful stuff like that.  I have no idea if I’m going to drop dead anytime soon – does anybody, really ? – but I pity the fool who mucks out my room after I’m gone.  I elect Katie to do it.

I was reading about the Australian wildfires. I light a candle for those who died and those of their relatives who are left to mourn for these senseless deaths.

And as much as the 20th century taught us about senseless death, the 21st century will be the worst ever, and maybe the last in human time.

The unemployment statistics in the US are the stuff of horror; the US is engaged in two simultaneous foreign wars, and at least another half dozen by proxy, including Israel/Gaza; the world is full of angry, disaffected, poverty stricken men and their numbers are going to swell.  There are pundits predicting that the future will be determined by them….

When the barbarians came to Rome, they had military leaders.  When the new barbarians strike, it will be from within, and they will have no more conscience or self-governance than a drunken teenager high on meth.  Over the next 15 years, we are going to see barbarities undreamed of brought into our living rooms, and then into our daily lives.

See the lyrics for Leslie Fish’s No High Ground. I wish I could, the damned things aren’t anywhere I can locate on tha interwebs.