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Did you get a Skellington in your mail today?
I'm the covergirl for the FiddleTunes brochure. It arrived in the mail yesterday, and I almost didn't notice (I'm wearing someone else's hat. It's a disguise!). Yes, my 15 minutes of fame was being mailed, without warning, to several hundred fiddlers. Hooray? You'd think I could hold Centrum up for a tuition break or something, since they didn't get a model release.*
Spent the morning stripping the finish off the bedside table I bought last fall, until the laquer thinner had eaten through two pairs of nitrile gloves and I decided I needed a break from the nasty chemicals. I got out my bike for the first time this year and rode down to the market, where I caught the last of Back Porch Swing's set and saw a bunch of musickers, a dancer, and a coworker. All the musicians, and I was in their mail!
I rode home around Capitol lake, past the walking bridge and around the undecided bit. "I'm a lake! No, I'm a river. Wait, I'm a lake!" Meanwhile Capitol lake proper says "Fuck this shit, I'm a tide flat" and launches into Queen's "I've got to Break Free" with choreographed geese. Freddy Mercury is spinning in his grave.
*Yes, I know this is wrong. But fighting nonprofits lowers your karma points.
I'm the covergirl for the FiddleTunes brochure. It arrived in the mail yesterday, and I almost didn't notice (I'm wearing someone else's hat. It's a disguise!). Yes, my 15 minutes of fame was being mailed, without warning, to several hundred fiddlers. Hooray? You'd think I could hold Centrum up for a tuition break or something, since they didn't get a model release.*
Spent the morning stripping the finish off the bedside table I bought last fall, until the laquer thinner had eaten through two pairs of nitrile gloves and I decided I needed a break from the nasty chemicals. I got out my bike for the first time this year and rode down to the market, where I caught the last of Back Porch Swing's set and saw a bunch of musickers, a dancer, and a coworker. All the musicians, and I was in their mail!
I rode home around Capitol lake, past the walking bridge and around the undecided bit. "I'm a lake! No, I'm a river. Wait, I'm a lake!" Meanwhile Capitol lake proper says "Fuck this shit, I'm a tide flat" and launches into Queen's "I've got to Break Free" with choreographed geese. Freddy Mercury is spinning in his grave.
*Yes, I know this is wrong. But fighting nonprofits lowers your karma points.
