A while back, some fine, upstanding citizen snapped the arm off of the women's room sign. Thanks, jerk, those signs are expensive. So instead of having the whole sign re-cut, I drew a Furiosa arm and had just that manufactured. The color isn't quite right and the glue is messy, but I guess it gets the idea across.
Some photos are up. Star Girls was really funny, and, like I may have mentioned before, if "Star Wars burlesque" is not something that makes you drop everything and go then we can't be friends.
On the other end of the spectrum, oh look, we had Dirt Nasty. I'm deeply fucking embarrassed that we booked this show, but the contract was signed before I got wind of it, so I couldn't put a stop to it. I just don't have any tolerance for that kind of fratboy "dirtbag" act, "ironic" or not. If you're a "pretend" dirtbag -- you're still a dirtbag.
Just like Death in June: if you've made your career out of "ironically" "pretending" to be a nazi, guess what buttercup, you're a nazi.
But hey, almost twice as many of you showed up for Dirt Nasty as for Star Girls, and I weep for the future.