Me singing “Health Wolves” at Conflikt II plus other necessary pictures.

Don’t I look pleased with myself.  Thanks Lady Miss Banjola.

Health Wolves was written as an insta-filk at the Saturday Brunch.  I missed the Saturday brunch last year and this year I got to sit next to Frank Hayes.  I would describe him as acerbically charming  o.0 and exhausted.

Dr. Filk at the Two-fer.

Peggy, armed and dangerous.

Frank “U Scum” Hayes, sufferer of “Frank Hayes Disease” and also the writer of “Never Set the Cat on Fire”.

Yes, that is a homemade theremin, and I heard it, and it rocked, but the sign says, “Will not play for $1/minute.”

All pics credit Lady Miss B.

Lots of links

Biggest space disaster. Dr. Filk told me about this some years ago.

Gahan Wilson explains it all for you. The SF movie plot generator.

Oh look, a rat playing banjo…. and standup bass.

Once upon a time I made up a character named Pockets.  She was an alien and she carried everything she needed.  Now, there’s Eric le Fou.

Fellow Performers!  How to craft a good set list.

D’oh, a deer.

You will notice my mother’s blog is now on the blogroll.

Gerald dear, when are you going to start blogging????

I have Scottish blood, so I’m allowed to laugh

HRNK!

I fed Katie and Dax last night, at Brentwood because Dax is not 100% with the welcome mat here and Katie didn’t bother telling me until I was committed that Dax was with her, then came home and saw Jeff hauling in a ten kilo bag of flour, which is a good thing, because there was no flour in the house, and we all know what that means.  No waffles. I’m not saying that me continuing to live with Jeff is contingent upon me making waffles at least once a week, but I’d like to not take any chances.

The Luddite resurfaced in my inbox long enough to forward about ten links to educational videos from Vivid Entertainment.   I only watched half of one; I am not sure I want to advertise myself as being someone who needs remedial sex ed.

I highly recommend 101 Reykjavik.

Pleasant evening

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.

Valentines Day

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!