Maybe someday soon I'll do a proper entry.

• The little cwab has Governor's School auditions in band and drama this weekend in Murfreesboro, four hours away, so Mrs. Cwabs is driving her there tomorrow night and hanging out while she auditions. I'm concerned that the little cwab may have but all her eggs in the "drama" basket, neglecting the instrumental skills (five years of playing the clarinet every single day kinda trump doing a play every now and again over the last two years as training) that would likely guarantee her a spot. Of course, like the fathers of all sixteen-year-olds, her father is an idiot who has no idea what he's talking about, so I can only hope for the best, and that she's adequately prepared.


• I was reminded today of a 1992 memory where someone had mentioned a (thankfully false) rumor that Eric Clapton, of all people, would be composing the music for Alien³, which led to a spontaneous outburst of singing:

  Alien,
  You got me on my knees
  Alien,
  I'm begging darling please
  Alien,
  Darling won't you ease
  My worried mind.



• Character and style discussions for The Underpants are underway. I may have already gotten myself in trouble by suggesting that the intersection of impressionism and expressionism, Victorian modesty and Edwardian opulence, conceivably found itself in the character of Lili von Schtupp.


• After not playing in over a month, I've cancelled my World of Warcraft account. Naturally, I immediately want to play again--I'm paid up until Jan 26 if someone feels like a last hurrah.