i don't know which to count down to!

why_me_why_not will be here in three-and-a-half weeks for the Honda Civic Tour and associated festivities! (!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!) I have assured MrIris that we won't get into (much) trouble, but he seems skeptical. (As a side note: that's Earth Day, right? There's nothing on Houston's municipal calendar for that. Just the International Festival. Which is taking place in the park right across the street from the HCT venue. Parking is likely to be... problematic. Must plan. Will do so when I get more info re: early admission.)

And. AND. While I was flailing about that online with her last night (and flailing about Panic on Jimmy Kimmel, because, seriously, overdose of pretty with Eric Ronick at keyboards, but also, enough with the weird patterned shirts. There are some fashions that don't need to be revisited, okay?), it made me realize:

ONE MONTH until randomepiphany visits and we take off on what I have taken to calling My Chemical Roadtrip.

< insert massive squee here >



Last night's workout entertainment was Audioslave Live In Cuba. I heart Tom Morello and his guitar and his school-boy Spanish so hard. If he and Chris Cornell can't make nice, could he arrange for Rage Against The Machine to tour more than just in California? Please? Not that I don't love his alter ego, The Nightwatchman, and I'm all for the power-to-the-people folk music, but Morello's acoustic guitar =/= the same as the electric. I like Rage, and I am a Cornell fangirl, even for his solo stuff, but together? The lyrics and the guitar and the bass and I am flailing again. PLEASE BE LISTENING, MUSIC GODS.



Also. Does anyone have a succinct summary of the blog-war between Scott Weiland and Matt Sorum over the Stone Temple Pilots/Velvet Revolver tour commitments? I've heard gossip, but don't follow individual band-members' blogs, so I'm confused.



Finally, fic update. ( Sorry to disappoint, but it's all band-fic, no HP or SPN )

I *do* need to write some Fredngeorge drabbles though. To finish my 100quills table.

it's late... time for bed...

( in which I demonstrate what a dork I am and always have been )