So let me set the tone of this entry in a long and incongruous fashion. Recently, I've discovered this one artist (or DJ, if you wish) with his own eccentric form of techno. The name is just "!!!" though the noise associated with it is most commonly "Chk Chk Chk" or something akin to that. Now, one of the best songs this fellow has released is called "Shitscheissemerde" or something to that effect. There is your tone, folks. YOUR VERB TENSES DO NOT AGREE, SOMETHING EXTREMELY DIFFICULT TO DO IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? The level of idiocy in people I see continues to astound me. In that same vein, I have discovered an entire enclave of worthy, intelligent gentlemen I had not paid much attention to before, and now that I have earned their begrudging respect, I am in the zone! These upcoming concerts really do not excite me as much as they should be, namely due to possibly horrible horrible circumstances and a tangible strain existing at present; one that does not promise to ease itself soon. Perhaps Wednesday shall prove to be a fruitful and fantastic day; who knows? I do know there is a good possibility that the artist formerly known as HOT might grace the area with her presence, but that is highly debatable, as contact between us has been slight over the past while. I may soon be getting a collection of around 30 mp3-cds of pure musical joy. This delights me to no end. So stage crew is going well; no more paid shows for a while, which means no long nights except for, oh yes, TECH RUNS FOR THE PRODUCTION AND ALL THE NIGHTS WORK MUST BE DONE ON THE SET ITSELF. Theatre black-out is set for November 2nd, so after open mic there will be little to nothing in the way of the production's expansion. Beautiful. Opening night is the 18th of November and that Monday we strike set. In conclusion, we are reaching the penultimate phase. Of course, the inevitable portion of each entry is coming up. The lady situation? Abysmal. Just abysmal, really. Somewhat of a relapse, one could say, but only to a degree. On another note, you, you and you suck. Also you. No, not you, you. Yes, you know who you are. (This has been a lesson in taking quotes that require the inclusion of visual images out of context)