Photos are up of last Sunday's Aggrolites + Soul Captives + Impalers ska/reggae show.
At one point, the singer for The Aggrolites mentioned that he had to get up very early in the morning to install tile somewhere, "so if you need any tiling done, give me a call." Barry and I looked at each other like, "Score!" because it turns out that we do need some tiling done. (We've got a lot of tiles to replace thanks to fuckhead vandals carving their little gangsta pirate names into our bathroom walls.) But, alas, they're from San Diego, and I doubt that commute makes it economical.
So hey, if you're good at tile, or a plumber, give us a call. You'd be surprised how hard it is to find people to do that kind of work who will return phone calls and/or show up when they say they will.
Also available for your perusal are photos of last night's Tokyo Dark Castle. It was a pretty good turnout for a Sunday night, and a lot of folks dressed up for it. (Beyond the folks who were in the fashion show, I mean.) Dressing up is good.
It's been a while since I've mentioned our ongoing battles with the video switcher. The most recent problem had been that the diskless computer that drove the switcher (via its serial port) had been flaking out a lot. That computer sat up in the DJ booth, and I guess it had just a little too much fog juice spilled on it or something. So we gave up on the idea of trying to make that work, and replaced that computer with a serial port to ethernet adapter. Now the video switcher is driven by a computer in the relatively luxurious back office. (It's tricky to do multi-hundred-foot serial line runs, but that's no problem for ethernet.)
Well, that was working great for a couple months, but now the dingus just keeps rebooting itself continuously. The wooden box it was living in is pretty warm, so I'm suspecting that it baked. Yay.