The second floor, above the kitchen, is where I keep my computer. I sit there late at night and try to write. I wish I were the kind of writer who wrote merely for the joy of seeing words on the page, but I seem to need readers to make the writing worth while, so thanks for coming, and please come again. The Lingering Lemon of Death.

Toybloid, the high-energy female trio, with one drummer dude nestled comfortably behind them, were the perfect opening act to jostle the thoughts of the lethargic crowd of Sunday Parisians from going to work the next day.

And the ballot is online here.