the englishman returns

it has come to my attention that the englishman will be coming to town in early september. and while i am clearly improving in that such news no longer causes my blood to run cold, i am still...well, i'm not sure. neither apprehensive nor curious are quite appropriate. somewhere inbetween the two is where i am right now, i'd say. either way, it's going to be interesting; i've not seen the man since our last ill-fated meeting, the one that made me write one of my favorite songs (mark on my finger, for those of you playing along at home) and ended with me drunk, bewildered and wishing that the asphalt would just open and swallow me.

what an act to follow.

but then, unless he is actually some sort of metahuman insanity magnet (which i don't think he is) i am not certain that we could top that for sheer weirdness.

but that doesn't mean we're not going to try, i'm sure.

but you know? i'm looking forward to it. does this mean i've grown up?