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The other two will run out when the year runs out. I have some ideas for others. They might vget out of my head, or might just turn toxic and fester.
In the meantime, at least I can draw bands.
The acoustic night worked out OK, actually; annoyance at ludicrous poetical euphemisms for shagging and borderline-offensive chirpy-chappy humour more than compensated for by a good table with enough light to draw by, the company of my bitchy-sweet sister, and a wildly eclectic fast-track lineup (no-one played more than three songs). We talked about skirts and listened to some very surprising sounds; I leched at pretty girls with guitars, Elle politely ignored this.
And while we're on the subject, despite all the objections to gay clergy, Christians are cool with homoerotica -- remember, now, you can look, but don't sin!
Oh, and I did the trick-or-treat meme, but the results are too distressing to post. You're all bastards.