So, I'm not so much going to talk about T-day, because it was great and all but Sheri and Marguerite pretty much beat me to it. Not much happened except I realized my favorite dog in the world is getting old, and I'm pretty broken up about it. I also saw Matt and Mary and the soon-to-be Holly. I'm pretty excited since I get to be the crazy uncle.

I did realize that I had seriously underestimated season 7 of Buffy. I think we all judge it by the last few episodes which were problematic and kind of a letdown. Really, any end to that series was always going to suck because who wanted it to end? But really the first, oh, 3/4 of the season is pure Buffy gold. The episode with the magic jacket that makes you fall in love with the boy wearing it counts as one of my favorite funny episodes of all time. And the episode that Andrew narrates amazes me because of its structure. It's hilarious until the last 10 minutes when it takes this weird left turn into the deeply serious. That's the kind of thing that usually kills a short piece for me but, and here's where the writing really shows its genius, they never fucked it up. That ending stands as one of the more sobering in the (if you'll excuse some pretension here) Buffy canon. Yeah, yeah, I really need to get out more.

I'm freaking out that it's been three months or more since the band played. It's depressing, but then I haven't done anything about it, so I shouldn't complain. We've been hard at work on the new album, so that's something, but I'm starting to realize what a shitty promoter I am. I say starting to realize, but I always knew it. I'm just figuring out that that means we're screwed. Oh well, I guess that's what happens to that rock star dream. It stings when it gets crushed.
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