Where's Busy Bee?
Well, I still haven't put the video online yet. Sorry about that, if anybody is actually waiting to see it. School has been kicking my ass lately. That, combined with the fact that my boss is basically getting deported right now, and you have a very busy Lazlo.
The good news is as follows:
- I think I'll get my boss's job when he leaves (Dec. 1)
- Therefore, I'll make a lot more money
- And I'll get health insurance for me, Baby, and The Baby (Milagro/a, the Burrito, Wren, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing)
- And I'll get a discount on my classes
- Oh yeah, and we moved to a bigger place
- Where we can have our dog (Ramona) after Christmas
- And we hosted a bunch of people for CHEEP WINE NITE on Sunday, featuring "Tula Vista," at Trader Joe's for $1.20 / 150 ml
- We bought a case.
The bad news is:
- Working full time, it'll take me a little longer (two quarters -- six months) to graduate.
In other news, I'm totally pumped about seeing COLONEL RHOMBUS and MR. BODDY'S BAND books died on play their NEW MATERIAL at the Universal Bar in Hollywood this Friday. It's going to be so rad it'll actually be POST-RAD.
In other, related news, CL. RHOMBUS'S band JUUNE is opening for DELIRIOUS (or "[¿delir1ou5?[", or whatever the hell punctuaion they have in their name that loses them some desperately-needed cool points) in Phoenix, AZ on the day after Thanksgiving. The Colonel will be playing on a rotating stage with a cage kit and they're going to flip him upside down and stuff. It's destined to rokk.
So, the quarter's almost over, and I only have about 20 pages to write (six before Monday, 14 or so before the Monday after that), a church history final, and a Greek final. And then I'll get to relax and just run the computer lab for 40 hours a week. Maybe I'll get a paid Christmas vacation that way ...

just commiserating on the whole paper writing. grad school really does kick your butt. oh well, maybe that means we are getting in shape. a positive way to look at it. hope all goes well with getting the job.
I sympathize. If I survive this stupid Virginia Woolf paper, I have to write a 25-pager about women in MASH. Sure, it *sounded* like fun...
Are you kids gonna be in Austin for Xmas?