9:18 p.m. - 2005-10-06
oh, and speaking of the THE SEVENTH SCHLEMIEL, in stores now!
Kia came back to town!
Yay! No more trips to O'Hare for a while! No more rattling around our drafty and forbidding manor with only my shadow for company. No more relying entirely on my own wits to answer my many critics. Mainly, though, I have Kia back. Yay!
In other news, the Yid Vicious cd got another review, this one in Cadence magazine. The review concludes: "The improvisational input is not meaningful, but the program overflows with robust assimilation of a grand tradition into today's culture." Which seems not as weird when you take into account that Cadence is pretty much of a jazz magazine and that there's not very much improvising on the CD. Still, I kind of want to think of a way to work IMPROVISATIONAL INPUT NOT MEANINGFUL into our promotional materials. In fact, it could go on a little sticker that we could slap on each CD, like those Tipper Gore warnings or the "INCLUDES HITS LIKE..." things. Whatever it takes to move some product, Jim.
Meanwhile, work on the house (now containing Kia! Yay!) continues. Gradually. We're getting it painted in May of next year, and thought it would be courteous of us to remove the MANY WASP'S NESTS stuck to the outside of our house. The thing is, how? Do you spray each nest with DDT for an hour or two and then take steps to remove the nest? Or do you wait until the cold weather kills all the wasps and then take out their papery dwellings? Or do they hibernate in their little waspartments, becoming extra cranky and stingey when such dwelling is upset by some neophyte nest remover? The thing about wasps is, Man, do wasps suck. They don't make honey or, as far as I can tell, anything, and unlike bees they DON'T DIE AFTER THEY STING YOU. Their whole raison d'etre appears to be menace and harm, not unlike some sound guys I've encountered.
Kia's absence wasn't entirely fruitless, I'll have you know: she came back with dvds of a great Australian tv series called Kath & Kim, which I'd never heard of before. If you haven't seen it, it's about a white-trash mother-daughter combo who wear amazing clothes that say things like "HOTTIE" and "SUPERSTAR" on them and who mispronounce lots of words. Kath & Kim.
And finally, a JOHN WATERS BOXED SET UPDATE:
So far Melissa hasn't gotten around to watching Polyester. I'll update later after she's watched it and weighed in.
