You've Gotta Know the Rules to Play

Of course, dealing with KD is very often like playing Calvinball, so the rules are more flexible than most.

Before I get into that nonsense, I think all you doubters - or the ones over 21, anyway - need to look at THIS and tell me now who's crazy.....Oh, PornFairy, I do love you so. Call me....

So, after a long, but not long enough day at work, I'm going. Still don't know if Alex is coming with, and still not sure if that's good or bad either way.

Am I prepped? Well, I don't need to read Something Awful's article about how to spot and deal with a real punk. I know all about that. Perhaps the note for the Modern Drunkard's Guide?

I know this much, I'm a coward. I'm deliberately wearing a shirt she'll let live through the evening. The brown-and-black spotted shirt incident was the only reminder I needed. It sort of accidentally kind of ended up with red wine, cheez whiz, and what I think may have been bat's blood on it. Some people take clothes way too seriously.

I don't mean to sound completely sour on this. Who knows? Could be fun. Could be hideous. At the very least, it'll be surreal.

It always is. It's like entering Faery, where gifts are dangerous, and you can't say "Thank you" because it's insulting. It's too late, I've already eaten the food and had the wine, so I suppose that's why I've been stuck there for so long.

It all depends upon her ever-unpredictable moods, although she'd claim that's part of her charm. She's like a poem by T.S. Eliot - you get something from the sound, but you really need an encyclopedia, a good education, several degrees of initiation into a secret society and a moderate level of deep blue funk in your mood to really get her. And even then you're really not sure of acing the test.

So, today's songs are two that I made the mistake of writing out and sending to someone, once upon a time...."A Question of Lust" and "Every Me and Every You..."