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Grr. Just wasted far too much time trying to act on a random whimsical notion to get a paid LJ account. I expect the whimsy will be all gone by the time I get answers to my "Help" questions from both LJ and PayPal.

Are the servers really that much better?

In other news, last night J. and I went to the Hernandez Cultural Center in the South End to see the "Big B.R.A. Show," a burlesque variety show by the Burlesque Revival Association. What could be better than drag queens in a pie fight, or strip ballet to a medley of "Annie" tunes? Not to mention a puppet show that mocked vampire-wannabe goths.

They're performing again in May; we'll probably go if we can.

I vaguely recognized people from clubs in the audience, but the only person I outright knew was the Mighty Cusraque, whom I have not seen for a long time because I haven't been clubbing in over a year. We chatted with him at the intermission; he summarized upcoming Hell skits and urged us to come out soon.

Some people sitting behind us noted his presence as well, although they had never seen him before; J. tells me (I was getting drinks) that they had pegged him for a "queeah." (These same guys weren't enjoying the ridiculous performances; maybe they were expecting a real strip show with nipples and everything - I dunno; in any case they didn't stay after intermission.)

I suppose I should try to accomplish something today more than cleaning my desk and washing dishes -- although I'm glad those are done.

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Dear god, how does Eva O. sell records?

Such pain.

This compilation is not making me happy. The first one in the series was rather good. That old sequel problem.

But goth compilations are a very risky thing anyway. Goth female vocals tend to be either breathy or operatic, with much room for out-of-tuneness. Male vocals tend to sound like "Nosferatu" or "Two Witches," and that's a worse problem, but not relevant to this compilation, being all chick-fronted bands.

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Weird. Brandeis University's library sends out courtesy reminders by e-mail two weeks before the book is due.

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Our UPS man is the coolest evah. He had not delivered a package J. was expecting to her at work by the time she left, and so she, knowing that it contained perishables that would be ruined by freezing overnight (to wit: cheese), left a note on the door there asking if he wouldn't mind bringing it by our house a few blocks away, if he was going that way. And just now, he did.

Tonight's fun: the Y (we've been lax), and shopping at the Tar-zhay.

We're romantics at heart.

But right now, back to Foucaultian gender-historical German-language-y goodness. Sigh.