The washing machine wasn't broken after all.
Kimya and Toby from The Moldy Peaches are playing Oxford folk pub The Port Mahon as part of a night of anti-folk on Nov 28.
Matt (who came round with Lynn to help me play with my toys this weekend) has started making a photographic record of his 37th year, one day at a time -- start with the first week in November, it's beautiful.
Somebody has finally let Clive Barker make the picture book of his dreams (pdf).
I've taken time off work to go and see flayed and partially dismembered people this week. Looking forward to that a lot, especially since my boss's boss's boss came in and asked me if I could knock together a display for the OCVYS AGM (Wednesday evening, somewhere in rural Oxfordshire). Hmf.
Seeing people at RRR (and afterwards, at the busstop!) even briefly/vaguely/strangely. Thank you for your patience.
Though I decided I didn't have time for Nanowrimo this year, I'm doing something else instead, involving word-counting, biography, unusual words and vicious summary (I think it might especially appeal to jinty and tinyjo), which is really quite fun.
Speaking of which, jinty being back in town.
UK Gold using Frontier Psychiatrist by The Avalanches to advertise Twelve Monkeys. Whoop! Whoop! That boy needs therapy ...