but I feel, this cake just isn't done

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Something is definitely wrong.

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Rosa Parks died today.

And Evil Kaczinski won the Polish elections yesterday.

Alas, SF-plan = RIP

After reading The News of the World last Saturday, I decided against going to San Fransisco. Sure, I spend money on buying the tickets (which I can't sell cause it's virtual tickets and the credit card owner has to be there with ID) ~ but think how much more money I will spend on the plane ticket! Since I've only got about five months left (the magic number, incidentally), I should start thinking of my future. And inevitably, my future is going to need money (when I say future I mean next year, not ten or twenty years ahead. That's not future, that's Dreams), and lots of it.

I now own the locker with the official number of 93 at my work!! Alpha and Omega.

In The News of the World, I read about the occult warrior tribes of the Mai-Mai in the Congo, terrorising the province of Katanga. They've destroyed thousands of villages, raping, plundering and killing. They paint their faces white, wear bullet-proof oil on their chests and smoke marihuana. They apparently get trophies from their victims, like a belt of cut of sexual organs. Their description reminds me of the Reavers. That's very frightening.

I'm listening to Lhasa now. -->
She's Mexican, but she lives in Montreal, and sings in Spanish, French and English. Maybe she'll tour in the winter. Here's hoping! I did find out today in the newspaper at work that on the 7th of December, Dar Williams is gonna be in town!

But virgins always get backstage, no matter what they've got to say..

I love that line! Have no idea what she means, but still love it.

A while back I got invited by this lady from my work, who used to be a rockstar singer in the late '80s in Canada, to come see her sing. She got me into the club for free too! And she was a really good singer! Still have to hear her old bands music, but it sounds very promising.

It was a tribute night to this singer who turned 79 on that night, they do it every year. Several singers did songs by him, getting on stage with the regular band. There was even an Elvis! With the nice shoes and all. Which always makes me think of The Great Gatsby. Do you think Elvis stole it from the Fitzgerald atmosphere?

Double double Toil and Trouble

I finally got to get my double signing of 'Death, the high cost of living', of which She wrote the introduction and He did the general writing. We had a very special evening, with 20 minutes reading from 'Anasi Boys' (which I'm going to read), then an interview, prizes which I of course did not win, and a *question and answer*. Not that it made us much wiser, except now we know that He wants to be the God of pet squirrels who put on make-up.
At least he's not the Eater of Socks (like the Small God Obob), or the God of Biscuits (like Indiana Jones ~ on the Vespa). But he likes pirates, which is so Her, and might possibly but not very likely do a future collaboration with Joss Whedon; or just get drunk with him. We also got a gift certificate for $15,--, with which I bought a Mirrormask booklet, and the event was being taped by Space for future broadcasting (Space is a nice station).
I stood in line only for an hour and 15 minutes, we went to Tequila Bookworm (which is a bookstore annex bar where you can read all the books while drinking alcohol and sitting in big comfy chairs, and where I had a vegetable sandwich and hot rum with whipped cream) with St. Geoff's parents before that. He wrote in my double signing one: 'for Anna love and don't die'. I also got Him to sign 'Creatures of the Night', which I bought in Ottawa and is a hardcover graphic novel about creatures of the night. He wrote, in a silver pen (since the page was darkblue): -Anna= dream!
+ signature of course. And he offered me candy. He had lots of it on his table. Even after over 300 people, he still had lots of candy. So I chose something chocolaty. When He saw Her sig, he said: "oeh, my Tori!" and I said: "yes, She said Hi!", so he asked me when I met her, which was in Amsterdam in March, but we agreed that it still counted. He said to say Hi! back when next I saw her, but I remarked "that might be a while". I asked if he knew anything about future tours, or the next bootlegs for that matter, but he said he didn't know anything and that it was all up in the air (I'm sure he does not generally give away much information, but it's worth a try). I guess I'll have to wait for the next two bootlegs to come out (I'm soooooooo hoping it'll be Montreal cause that was a gooooooood show).

Mmmmm Baebes

On a Wednesday, we went to the pub. We got NOW magazine to find out about Mirrormask. Turns out, there is no Mirrormask. Damn that.
However, I looked through the rest of the magazine and found out Antony and the Johnsons (you know, them as won the Mercury prize) were playing that Saturday-night. So I went home all happily looking for tickets, but it was of course sold out.


The next day I returned to baking, and we have a very handy free newspaper (Toronto Star), as well as free food. It told me, with pictures and all, which is rather useful cause I'm graphically inclined, rather than wordwise, that the Mediaeval Baebes were playing, also, Saturday-night. So I again went home all happily looking for tickets, which this time, I did indeed find and bought one for me.
It was at the Mod Club, on College Street, which is a beautiful wonderful venue, very atmospheric. There weren't just tables to the side (the other side is the bar), but in the centre as well this night. I sat on the side with a good view of the stage. The Baebes did not start right away, but it was well worth the wait. They came out on stage clad in pink sleeveless dresses with flowers in their hair, six of them, and sang dreamy ethereal songs.
Marie Findley, a comic lady (former writer of 'smack the pony'), explained how they were living out their fantasy, singing Mediaeval songs, wearing long flowy dresses, pretending to be virgins ..... she had this wonderful thick English ladylike accent. Mainly she and Katharine Blake, who was the really talented one, leadster and main flute player, told stories about the songs, sometimes in a very graphical way.
All the microphones were entwined with fake red roses, and there were ivy leaves all over the front of the stage. One of the Baebes, the one designated as the love goddess Venus (according to Katharine Blake, at a gathering of satyrs and nymphs, surrounded by fragrant flowers ~ says Marie; except we bought them in a shop), had the widest smile.
After 45 minutes there was an intermission, before which Marie Findley promised they would come sign things after the show, so we should definitely buy their new CD, which I did for I have become an autograph collector. I also bought some white wine and sat down to enjoy the rest of the set. Fifteen minutes later the Baebes came out again, now wearing long-sleeved white dresses, and different hair attires. They somehow managed to mention the Faeries a lot, which I really appreciated. I like Faery themes. There was a French song about a young damsel who tried to tempt a friar with religious gifts. The friar was too pious for this and thwarted her every attempts. But the young lady had other natural means of getting her way, 'if you know what I mean'. 'If you don't, Emily will illustrate it for you' (Emily grabs her breasts).
After a number of songs, most left the stage and Katharine Blake sang an a-capella song. Then she left too, the background instrument player did a song, and the Baebes came back, now in red and gold attire, with yet again different hairpieces. Marie's comment on another song: 'you'll notice how we sing with glee about Adam's torture .. '. They finished their 45 minute set with one encore and lots of bowing, then came out to sign, so my Mirabilis booklet has five Baebe-signatures (one on stage was a temporary member standing in for the seven-month pregnant Audrey Evans).