In 3-D

My mom got me Weird Al's In 3-D for my birthday, which I previously owned on a mangled cassette I never listened to. Gosh, I love that album. Such joy! I think this is my first time listening to Mr. Popeil since learning what the B-52s were.

One-two-three two-two-three

I woke up this morning to the following email:

Hello
I was wondering if you'd be willing to play for the sunday morning waltzes at the Romp. It would be this sunday from 10:30-11:45 am and you'd get a comp. ticket for the weekend if you were to play. Ginger Kowal will be on fiddle, but she wanted some back-up and Elvie suggested I ask you. Let me know if you are free. Sorry about the very short notice.

I am blushingly pleased that Elvie recommended me. It's very early for me; let's hope I'll be able to wake myself up. But, hey, comp ticket!

Oh, me

Sometimes I amuse myself, and sometimes I cause more trouble than I intend. Sometimes I do both. I left a comment earlier today in someone's journal, in response to a cryptic post, explaining what was really going on. I thought I was being completely off-the-wall, just inventing nonsense to make trouble...and Miriam has now informed me that I was exactly right.

*sigh* Fortunately, this person screens their comments, so nobody has seen my comment. (And I'll de-crypticize this once I know the info is public knowledge.)