This is when I shill for a good friend

I'm fighting off depression. The only cheap cure seems to be exercise, with watching old MST3K episodes on YouTube a close second. The not so cheap cure would be taking a road trip to Quebec, which I've been thinking about very deeply and then saying "but you have to live on that money until you're working again" and then me saying "you suck, man -- I wanna do my own thing" and then me saying back to my now childish self "you're not 18, bro. You're 32 and you aren't working in pr0n anymore." On and on...

None of that matters at the moment. I've got some announcements:

1. Robbie Roadsteamer is going to play downstairs at the Middle East tomorrow night. It's a dress-up event. I'm dressing up. Go to Roadsteamer's site for details or just show up tomorrow night. His band goes on at ten.
   
   
2. My good friend shadesong is participating in the Blogathon this weekend. This means she will be posting in her blog every half an hour from 9 am EDT Saturday until 9 am EDT Sunday.
   
   Can she survive? There is only one way to be sure -- poke at her and donate money. The money goes to the Boston Area Rape Crisis Center. Since I'm broke, I'll be donating my body in a cooking, caffeinating and coaxing capacity.
   
   My old friend Novac will also be participating. Go check him out too.
   
   
3. One of my best friends from work is moving back to Denver. I am determined to get a little time with him before he leaves this weekend. Now I have a reason to visit Denver, too.

Okay, time to work out and do physical things. Things, I say!