centre of the universe - the dreaming: Tonight

02/09/2007: "Tonight" Tonight I will be braving the air waves from 9 - 11pm, and again tomorrow from 8 - 10 pm (possibly), because I am filling in for someone else who can't do their show on 91.3FM CJTR. Feel free to listen; even call in while the music is on. I'm taking requests, by email, until 8pm tonight. c3n0byte at gmail dot com.

Now that that announcement is over with, I don't have much else to tell you. "Bad day for the Smiths", His Nibs said last night. One dead and one convicted. I thought he meant the band. I was confused. "Don't tell me *they've* started dying too," I whined.

I've had two articles published in the past month. One was a commissioned piece, and one was, get this, a *sports story* in the paper about The Captain's tournament. Yes. I wrote a hockey piece, and it was published, and my name is on it. And it's about hockey. Drang, you can quit laughing now. Terry, you too. "Of all the ways your kids have changed you..." I know, I know.

Sorry; this post isn't very amusing. I promise to be more amusing with more inspiration. Right now, I'm feeling rather a lot like someone used the inside of my skull as a recepticle for their vacuum leavings. Bleah.

"I just remembered something..." "The only thing I'll say about Valentine's Day"

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