There's something really great about finally getting your project finished. Every section of cloudwrangler works now. There are posts in every section, the archive works but needs fine tuning, there is new stuff all over, and scary as it was, I put up a couple of stories I wrote. I think they stink, but then the artist is his own worst critic. Tours of cloudwrangler are available by clicking things, which I am sure you can all do without a guide. Enjoy.

A sampling of the things I saw at the Masonic show on Thursday night.

The Continental Club, which is like the South-Austin-Hipster 78704 Mecca. (I had never been, clearly I am just now officially cool.) Elvis on a postcard. A green Kangol hat. Jack Daniels. K-dog. A snooty brown sweater who seemed offended when I lit her cigarette (it's just professional habit, lady, ease down). One of the guys from Spoon (Kev pointed him out). Tall boots, everywhere. Red curls, beautiful. Shiner Bock. Rye-bread. swagger. American People, the opening act, who looked like what the Partidge Family Band would be like if none of the Partidge family had anything in common and didn't even like each other (They were great). Black Lipstick, unloading. black lipstick. Baby Newsum. More Jack Daniel's, Kev told me to get a sponsor (he was just kidding MOM). Great Bathroom Graffitti, which isn't a band name but should be.

And, oh yeah, a killer Masonic show. Those guys rock. They also roll. Big fun.

All right, now it's time for kitty updates. This is how low my life has sunk.

We have two now, Jessie and Nug. They're Sarah's, not ours, and they are weird, as cats tend to be. Jessie is fat, somewhat affectionate, and wide eyed. Sarah says she likes guys, whatever that means. She mostly ignores us, though she has staked out a favorite spot on my leather easy chair. She has claws, unlike Thomas, so she better be careful around the leather is all I'm sayin'. She hides in Kevin's closet a lot, but basically she tends to wander about the house during the day.

Nug is actually a myth, not a cat. He's not really here. He hides away in a deep cave (under the spare bed in what's supposed to be the office) and only emerges in the depths of night to wreak havok on the inahbitants of the village below (actually, I think he's scared of the sun). Nug does emerge at night, and Sarah says both her cats are mostly nocturnal. So we have something in common. However, neither of them drools. I'm just sayin' .

Technical difficulties? Here's your answer! Thank God for the 'Net. Also, Granola says I have to let everyone know when New Stuff shows up in other areas of this site. I just assumed you could all look for yourselves, but whatever. Anyone notice how the great hero figure always has two masters, one whom he loves, the other whom he rebels against. Kevin and Sarah are my blogging Yoda and Obi-wan. Now, figure out which is which.