It's already ten to twelve, we're almost within

Funker Vogt was awesome, and totally made up for the MBV disappointment. I learned two things tonight:

1. That cute guy who does the silly stompy dance who I've been seeing around Elysium and the Church for years now is Alex from Ctrl. This is me, far from the pulse.

2. Jens is hawt. Like damn. And goofy, which is extra hawt.

I'm glad I can still get my fix of dancey, stompy, martial-yet-humane EBM (even with certain infelicitous turns of phrase), since certain other bands no longer provide that service.

And to make up for the earplugs on Tuesday, I now have a raging case of club-ear.

I see the stalker in your face, the secrets on your skin

A day late, but I am still sufficiently pixel-stained. "Snake Charmer" won the poll, so here it is, for your enjoyment. It's one of my favorite stories, and I keep hoping a novel will fall out of it one day.

I'll put the other stories up eventually too, and in a couple of months I should be able to put up the first chapter or two of TDC.