Greetings from a strange and foreign land...

...called Charlestown. I am sitting on top of the raging volcano known as Decorus Mens; the band is downstairs rehearsing for their show this Thursday, and Preston is messing with their sound system so they'll sound like pros. How many up-and-coming rock bands have their own professional sound man who they don't even have to pay? They'd better remember this when they're famous!

The tree project has stalled once again, poor Deb....she's so patient. I am going over there tomorrow to prime the tree (as it turns out, you have to use primer on plaster.) and maybe put a little blue on the wall near the top to sort of suggest a sky. After that is when it starts to actually look like something; I already have the paint to put the base coat on the trunk, it's sort of an ugly greenish-grayish-brownish color. Of course, not being an artist, my first instinct was to paint the trunk brown, but if you look you'll realize that the bark of most trees is not actually brown at all! Plus it will have all sorts of other colors on there, greens for moss, etc. so the base coat is going to mostly be covered up with other stuff.