blankAt least the initial stage of the whole car accident thing is over - I've talked to everybody I need to talk to, I've transferred all the papers I need to, everything's cool there.
The show last night was pretty damn good. Slow, as pretty much all Monday shows are, but a nice crowd, and especially nice for me when
unbreak_able came by for a few hours. The short appearance by Alicia was extremely cool, too.I did OK on song selection. Picking songs for suicide is, well, tricky. If people get songs they normally sing - at least, too many of them - they wonder what the deal is. Or at least, the rest of the group does.
If they get songs they don't know or can't do, well, I end up spending a lot of time looking for a different song.
Success, I've come to decide, is when people have to stretch a bit, but handle the song anyway.
Which comes to the "Oh, Shit" rule. If I put up a song, and I hear the singer quietly saying "Oh shit" on the mic, I know I've done my job.
Meanwhile,
stormmonkey
is supposed to be out of here by tomorrow. But she hasn't started
moving. Given her previous attitude toward deadlines, I assume
she thinks of May 4th as some sort of advisory date. This
unfortunately means I'll have to start legal proceedings, which I'll
have to learn how to do, and that's a royal pain in the butt.I'll also have to stave off "She" from doing something stupid. Which is a fairly futile thing to try to do.
And to top it off, I just found out there's a mouse in my room. I don't know if it's the same mouse Mena's been trying to track down in hers, or if I have a giant mousy infestation. Which all is just wonderful. I need to get the cats back inside.
