Oh, so now I am old. Not as old as my parents think I am, though. They got confused and thought I was 28 for a while. This, however, is a vicious lie. Luckily, I have my birth certificate so I knew they were just being temporily forgetful and bad at math, not slipping up on a lifelong lie about my age. But the truth is I have turned 27. Which is old enough as it is.

The trip back to the dirrty South and the reception were a blast. It was so great to see everyone, though I didn't get to spend enough time with anyone. I also didn't get to eat any of the food our super-cool caterer brought, but I heard it was good. There are pictures, both profeshunel (thanks, Will!) and amateur (thanks, everyone else!) of the shindig. I will post them when I can.

I am off CD moratorium now, glory glory! I haven't gone too crazy yet, which is a good thing. I did buy Liam Lynch's "Fake Songs," which in addition to the brilliant (and very funny) song "United States of Whatever" also features fake songs by Bjork and other people. I have to wait for this one to come in the mail from Amazon.com, so I don't have it in my collection just yet.

Speaking of my collection, I bought a third big-ass CD shelving unit from Ikea to spread things out a bit (and to make room for future expansion). It takes up a lot of wall, but it's bee-yoo-tee-ful if I do say so myself.

Speaking of things coming in the mail, Geoffrey and I are getting a new computer! Dude, yes, we are getting a Dell. This one, in fact. Bertha, Geoffrey's self-made machine that you may have heard me lovingly refer to as "that %&#$-%@@&^%# piece of &%$#," has just gotten too unstable. And so she shall be replaced. BWAH HA HA HA HA. Never forget who is in charge, you hunk of junk. NEVER FORGET.

[Fully expecting her to eat my post now ...]

So now I am married. And pretty soon there will be no more wedding hullaballoo, no more planning, no more bucking the wedding system (I liked that part), no more presents in the mail (darn!), no more thank-you notes to write. Just plain ol' me with my plain ol' hubby, living our plain ol' lives. This is sounding good to me. Not that the wedding didn't kick ass and not that I'm not ridiculously excited about my marriage. It's just nice that I can spend my soon-to-be-more-abundant free time in more mundane ways, doing things that don't really impact my life or anyone else's in an substantial way. Phhhhhhhew.

Very exciting show coming up next week. It's called the "Tell Us The Truth Tour," and it purports to raise a ruckus for fair trade, democracy and not letting Clear Channel own all the radio stations. Things I'm all for. Preaching this gospel will be Steve Earle, Billy Bragg, Tom Morello from Rage Against the Machine and Audioslave, Lester Chambers, Mike Mills (the one from REM, I'm guessing) and Jill Sobule, to be hosted by Janeane Garofolo. The show Monday will be the last one of the tour, and given that, and given that it's in the nation's capital, it should be one heck of a ruckus, I'm guessing. I'm sure I'll come home from the show so pissed off I won't sleep for a week. Of course, I get about that pissed off everytime I read the newspaper lately, so this will be nothing new.

Egads. I can feel a political rant coming on. This will not do. I have too much laundry to do, too many thank you notes to write. So do you. So I'll spare us all. I'll save my ranting for the polls next November.

LISTENING TO: A live album by HOT CLUB OF COWTOWN, very fun band.