Maranatha

Music: Tiga: "Hot in Herre" Ivan was pretty terrible east of us, but he spared us the spectacle of Atlantis; this had the effect of duding-out on the lot of us who have learned to “party” at the mere whiff of apocalypse. I do not wish natural disaster on anyone, most especially myself, but the general social air is one of shrugging disappointment: without impending doom, there seems less of an incentive to “party.” The so-called “Hurricane Parties” were much less festive this year—mine was even called off.

I suppose we could have a “taxes” party, but April seems so far away. Halloween, then. Yes, Traumarama II awaits.