"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Your Gal's got Doodley-Squat

So, I've been trying to post this since Sunday morning, but I've had serious difficulty. If you're reading this, I've finally succeeded.
Go see A Dirty Shame. No. Really.
But maybe get a little buzz on first. It was just what I needed after fielding 9 hours of dumbass questions from John Q. Fannypack in the blazing sun at the TACA fair. In a miracle of timing, we managed to eat a sushi dinner, snag tickets at the Belcourt, and slid into our seats, beer in hand as the lights were dimming. The rest was a blur of laughing so hard we almost passed out.
I've gotten some great pictures in the last few days, but I have yet to find an acceptable way of displaying them to the world. Working on it.

Big ups to Holly for her latest theatrical triumph. And big ups to you, whoever you are, for doing whatever it is you do. Have a good week, kids.

And check this out.