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In my dream this morning, I was at an Information Society concert in a small dance club. The "Information Society is a music collective and people come and go" aspect of the band was in full force, as evidenced by the woman onstage I didn't recognize dressed like Queen Mookie, singing a quiet vocal track all by herself. She left the stage and another track came on, and somehow we all knew that the whole band would be out soon for a huge finale.

I was dancing by our booth and the woman who was onstage asked me to put on her costume and dance onstage with the band. I said I would, and my alarm went off just as she grabbed my hand to take me backstage to get dressed. And I'm very thankful for that. My dreams always turn into big long ordeals and I can only imagine the stupid stuff that would have happened.

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It's always so hard to get the cats in their carriers when it's time to go to the vet, so I was pretty amazed when I saw the Acro-Cats show and they were trained to run to their carriers when a whistle is blown. I decided to teach Sam and Steve to do it. The first step is to leave their carriers out and open all the time, so I took the down today and they're acting as shoe stands for Garrett's shoes.

That was less than two hours ago and I've seen both of them go in their carriers several times. 

Assholes.

Daddy Longlegs

Daddy Longlegs, a photo by christopher575 on Flickr.