Hi.

We’re 12 days into the new year; it’s been very much an up-and-down thing thus far. There’s been some good stuff. There’s been some supreme frustration. More than I’d really want; let’s be honest.

Work’s a never-ending pile of bluster, bro-ing, business word salad, bad attitudes, belaying progress, blowing off meetings and commitments, and other bullshit that’s not so alliterative. I have hope that I might be able to fix things in my corner of the world, but the culture here isn’t conducive to the way I operate; I don’t see good things in the future for this organization, and I’m really not digging the idea of “long term” here, though the milestone plans I elaborated in the last post (and just wrote again and deleted when I realized how repetitive it was because it’s on my mind so damned much) still stands.

It’s just that the last week hasn’t been good, and this week isn’t looking much better; for all kinds of reasons specific and non-specific that I won’t elaborate on here.

This past weekend, however, gave me some welcome respite. I drove down to Cary, NC on Saturday to play a Humdingers show at Illogicon, which is, more or less, my bandmates’ “hometown” convention. I met a few new friends, saw a handful of old ones, and despite some serious technical issues with sound and amplification, we played a damned good show with a very appreciative and responsive audience who seemed to really dig what we were doing, or at least laughed and sang along in all the right places.

I also learned, to both my amusement and slight embarassment, that I may have a couple of fans among the geek-cougar demographic in the NC Research Triangle. Weird.

Oh, I also saw a burlesque routine set to “weird” Al Yankovic’s “MacAurthur Jurassic Park” during which the performer starts out dressed as Jeff Goldblum and ends up as a T-rex in green fuzzy pasties, but that’s neither here nor there, it’s just the life I seem to lead.

This coming weekend, assuming I survive the next 30 or so hours of business time, is Marscon, which I consider “my” hometown convention, where I’ll spend the weekend hanging out with all my geeky friends and co-conspirators, playing a bunch of music late into the night, which I suspect will probably involve lots of David Bowie, because after waking up yesterday, I found out there’s a big damned hole in the world that won’t get filled any time soon. Several of my musical friends and I have already started hatching plans.

Dance, Magic, Dance.

PS: today’s the day: State of the Union Drinking Game. Go forth and imbibe.