I'm not a real doctor, but I am a real worm.

So Tuesday was the TMBG concert. I dunno who the opening band was (they suffered from that 'opening band syndrome') but they had good presence for people claiming to have not performed in front of a crowd before. Three guitars, and the lead singer reminded me a lot of Chris Makepeace in My BodyGuard and Meatballs. I think he said his name was Bob Forest. Alas, the actual music was rather mediocre. The high point was a 'Devo Unplugged' version of Mongoloid.

John and John have a backup band, all three of whom are named Dan. This amused me. We were at a club in San Jose called The Usual which isn't as nice a space as the Warfield, but alas the sound was just as crappy. For some reason, club concert venues in an attempt to satisfy the audience's desire to be deafened and unable to communicate with their neighbour (without the use of wild gesticulations large enough to be seen in the darkness) sacrifice the quality of sound on the altar of volume. Which reminds me. Next time I'm bringing my own damn earplugs. Usually they have them at clubs, but The Usual failed me.

Despite my complaints, the concert was a lot of fun. There was a Stuart and an Amy there, (who also came over last night to watch one of those arty French flicks) and we all got to snap along to 'Lie Still Little Bottle' like real beatniks. They closed with a twelve-minute performance of 'Guitar' which I love and so I forgave them for not doing 'Hotel Detective'. (But *next* time....)

On Wednesday I got to have a long and delicious lunch with Blue Haired Angie and further lured her into my evil plan to have More Angie in my world. Sooner or later she'll tell me she wants to be in my swashbuckling campaign which doesn't quite exist yet. (I haven't even cast 'Q' yet...) But it was a delightful lunch, and we didn't even gamegeek for the first ninety minutes or so.

Wednesday night was my triumphant nudging of the Fields Beyond the Fields campaign back into a useful orbit where there seems to the players to actually be a purpose to what's going on. I was pleased.

There have been a couple of all night sessions with Megs, playing a platform game called 'Legend of the Dragoon' or something similar, but I'm pretending I'm not that insane so I'll deny all rumours.

Oh oh oh oh! And wonderful lovely Stuart fixed my copy of American McGee's Alice which is a very warped goth first person shooter game, like if Andrew Eldritch and Marilyn Manson wrote Doom.

I know I'm two weeks behind in responding to email (most importantly to my Mom and the charming Holly GoLightly. And I /will/ get to that. Honestly.

You don't need pants for the victory dance

Almost forgot--Larry posted pictures of the Winchester tour that we went on while he was here.
My email name is currently 'J Alfred Prufrock', from the The Eliot poem. I was thinking earlier today about changing it because I thought of something really keen to change it to. Alas, I didn't write it down so I can't remember it now.