Sweetney

Creepy One-Armed Baby: A Tale Of Grotesque Hope And Heartbreak.

Here it comes...

The Weekend In Rocking And Romping.

We had our second Rock-n-Romp of the season on Saturday. Very nearly rained out (AGAIN), but the skies held off dumping mega-torrents of rain until just after things wrapped up. I think its safe to say that this means that Mother Nature loves some rock.

Joel, Angela, M_ & R_: Four
of my favoritest people on the planet.

Blarghs.

I redid my redesign of Rock-n-Romp::Baltimore. Because I'm just that chock full o' neuroses. And because Wordpress is a baaaad mutha-[shut yo mouth!]. Anyway, puuuuurty.

Also, further evidence that I'm gunning for the title of Biggest, Most Flamingest Geek Ever: Welcome to M_James.com.

I suck so hard that my suckingness, epic in its scale, somehow inexplicably morphs into stone cold RADNESS, yes?

A Good Time Was Had By All.

For your viewing pleasure, new photos over on yonder flickr from this weekend's first Rock-n-Romp of the season.

[The Materials]

Its A Jungle Out There. No, Seriously.

So I'm freaking out a little bit, because tomorrow is the first RnR show of the season, and I have such a massive amount of stuff to do that its sort of paralyzing. Take the backyard, for instance:

Its like the Amazon Rainforest out there, and I have to somehow whip it into serviceable shape today. I went back there briefly this morning to scope things out, and -- interspersed among actual flowers, plants and ornamental grasses -- there are weeds growing that are taller than M_. All told, the weeds may actually outnumber the intentionally planted foliage.

You're royally screwed, lady.

Today should be, uhh interesting [shoots self in face].

A Cornucopia Of Items From The Junk Drawer That Is My Brain.

Oh my god, my sinuses. The past 48 hours have been filled with bone-crushing, throbbing head pain, so much so that I literally went to bed last night at 9:30 -- lights out, eyes closed and everything -- which is frankly somewhat absurd. Yesterday I talked to jamie on the phone several times throughout the day, per usual, and the conversations went something like this:

Jamie: blah blah blah work stuff. blah blah blah? [imagine if you will the voice of the teacher from Peanuts' cartoons here]
Me: ...Huh? [sniff sniff] Oh yeah, great. Or whatever.
Jamie: blah blah blah stuff about poetry and crap, blah blah blah!
Me: My sinuses hurt! Why are you talking to me about things that don't matter WHEN MY SINUSES HURT?!?! WAAAAAAHHH!

I have the lowest threshold for pain ever recorded, incidentally. I've taken two Sudafed, two Benadryl, and four Excedrin this morning alone. Think that might be, uhh, overkill?

Prepare To Kick Out The Jams.

Holy crap, its that time of year again!

Let the ceaseless hassling of local bands commence (actually, it commenced some time ago, but I've just ramped up the nag quotient to dreadfully disappointed mother-levels of intensity)...

You SO should come.

the rocking and the romping.

a few pix from this weekend's festivities:

girl capturing self with butterfly net.

a little overzealous in the sandbox.

the scene.

our friends J & Janet's dog, Doc, came for a visit.

R_ & joel.

the blames, with RnR's own fabulous debbie.

one of these things is not like the others...

surrounded.

M_ is paralyzed by having happy birthday sung to her.

there was much dancing.

witness:

the tombs.

during pale stars i didn't get the chance to take any pix.... if anyone else has a few shots of em', put a link in the comments, please!

sun article

i haven't gotten a copy of today's sun yet -- anyone have one? if so, how's the RnR piece? i can't seem to find the article online, either...

EDIT: oops, nevermind.
i'm already getting emails...

achieving heretofore unimaginable levels of DORK.

i just sent an email to mayor o'malley, asking him to come to rock-n-romp tomorrow. and did you know he lives in my neighborhood? and that M_ was in his son's preschool class last year? and that he's into The Rock?

so on a scale of 1-10 (1 being “no way in hell”, 10 being “he'll show up at noon to help set up”), what do you think the chances are that he'll come?

sure, laugh at me now. but if he comes i'm gonna HA-HA all of you into infinity. with extreme prejudice.

rock-n-romp july 05.

what was happening in my backyard as i was a-bloghering:

[sweaty M_.]

more pix taken by our man in the field, sonicage, here here and here.

ps: kudos and big, wet smooches to jamie and debbie for taking on MY FUCKING JOB so i could go to CA and frolic with my fellow she-geeks.