You've every cause to doubt me

So . . . despite getting up for it at six-thirty this morning, we still don't have a bed. We have part of it upstairs. After several phones calls to the delivery service and the company we ordered it from, we are waiting for the rest. And hoping. And very tired. If we slept a combined total of three hours last night, I'd be surprised. I have said I'll be at home, awake, and near my phone until this situation is sorted out, however, so I think that's the rest of my day.

Some other things make a post.

1. Auditions! Upcoming! The Post-Meridian Radio Players are holding theirs next Monday and Tuesday for Tomes of Terror: Nevermore and Theatre@First at the beginning of September for The Trojan Women. Do you like Edgar Allan Poe? Do you like Euripides? I am afraid I cannot offer a crossover, but you could audition for both shows and it would almost count. Seriously, sign up now. Theater in Somerville this fall is going to be great.

2. Can I get someone with a liberal Christian perspective on this issue? (Called to my attention by shirei_shibolim, who wanted to double-check the Latin for "argument by shrimp." I believe we settled on argumentum a squillis.)

3. Robot Hugs says intelligent things about harassment. Also about scheduling and identity, but I kind of want to see the harassment one reblogged everywhere as a PSA. Also, because it never gets old: Cativan.

4. It wasn't on the dollar rack, but the Harvard Book Store has now furnished me with a used copy of M. John Harrison's Viriconium (2005), the omnibus. I faintly feel ashlyme was responsible.

5. Thanks to the AV Club, I am intrigued by the pilot of Outlander. Cunnilingus in a castle.

There had better be a bed and some sleep soon. I am tired of making lists.

We still do a few things in Boston, Franklin

We have a bed. Our futon is now on a frame. It is an actual futon frame, not a several-times-handed-down slat bed or a jerry-rigged situation with plywood. It was immediately comfortable when we fell over onto it. I don't think it's only because I've been awake now for twelve hours with about an hour of sleep before that, either. In celebration: strange_selkie directed me to this cover. Years of exposure to 1776 conditioned my instant response:



FRANKLIN THEN ELECTRIFIED THE PARTY WITH HIS MIRACULOUS LIGHTNING ROD, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

I'm hard to get, Steve. All you have to do is ask me

derspatchel came in to tell me. He said, "I need to hug you right now. I need to hug you right now," and I asked who had died.

Lauren Bacall.