My life, let me show you it.

I spent the morning at my daughter's university graduation ceremony. We'd just gotten through the speechifying and had started in on the reading of names. She, luckily, was fifth (out of about 1500 or so), and they managed to get through the School of Education when the wind finally became unbearable. They brought things to a merciful end with a hasty "And the rest of you lot, you're all graduated, too," and sent us off. So, one child down, one to go. Unless we yield to irresistible temptation and drown him in a pond. Some days, I'd bet on the pond.

Thursday, I did a unique and speshul-snowflaky thing. A good friend of mine is the high school choir director at Golden (home of Coors beer, FYI), and it's the end of the school year. The natives are getting restless, in other words. So I worked up a 90-minute presentation on cover songs for the choir and the orchestra. They seemed to really get into it - I hit the high points (Nine Inch Nails, 50 Cent) and the low (Mrs Miller). They especially like Weird Al, apparently, and do not recognize The Rolling Stones at all. What are they teaching these kids nowadays??!

The schedule for Terminus is out! Who is giving a roundtable on Albus Severus/Scorpius?? Me! Who is giving said roundtable on the very last hour of the very last day?? Guessed it in one! I was concerned earlier this week about having enough space for all you slashers. Suddenly that worry has evaporated. I think the 2 or 3 of us left on Sunday at 4:00 will just head off to the bar and be done with it.

I'm still really into X Japan and Miyavi. I may commit bandfic. Let the mass defriending begin.