Ah, Freaks.

Tonight was a great night at Freak Train. It's too bad that I'm not A/V savvy enough to get some YouTube action going so you can all see it. My cousin Chad, who lives in Austin, has caught the show when he's visited Denver, and has fervently requested that we stream the video live on the night of the show.

What a great idea.

Who will do this?

In the meantime, you'll just have to trust me: If you're in Denver, or even NEAR Denver, just come and see the show. It's like a combination of any given open mic + your cousin Kenny performing his "I Have A Dream" speech for the whole family at Thanksgiving + a busker convention + (when you're REALLY lucky) an impromptu performance by masters of their craft + FREE BEER.

And after nearly nine years, it hasn't gotten old. Just truly habitual.

Thanks to all who came out to the show tonight! Special thanks to all the Regular Freaks -- well done. And farewell to Bradford Wills, to whom I wish all the very best in the Beaumont, TX family bunker. Thanks to John for the the great chat about FT and our podium pioneer Joel, my long-lost love Ashley, and my boy wonder Dave. Finally, thanks so much to Alex, for being my steadfast partner in Freakdom. Hope little Max starts feeling better.

Freaks: See you next month.

OCD Mug: Lost in a Sea of Cubicles

Okay.
It's gone.
I think I left it in the sink and now, I'm sunk.
Without my mug.
I need it.
I get super powers from it.
(Only me, not you. Get your own mug.)
It calms me.
And I'm not calm now.
Just ask Matt.
So, please, please, please.
If you see anyone with my dimpled, turquoise mug,
Call x150 and I'll come running.
You don't have to do any of the dirty work.
Just call.
And say you know where it is.
I'll take care of the rest.

eggs in a basket

two pieces of bread,
two eggs,
a frying pan,
a knife,
and butter.

crispy fried
toasty love
broken yolks
spill yellow
spread joy.

conversation over coffee
with eggs in a basket.