buy tickets online!

Ha, the link has gone live now to buy tickets online for the Nickel City Knockouts vs. the Suicidal Saucies on 3/31/07!
GET EM WHILE THEY'RE HOT!


$10 presale, $15 door. Lots of people last time hesitated when confronted with the price, which is kind of a lot in an economy like Buffalo's, but once the show started we didn't hear one peep about it again, so I'm assuming everyone found it worth the admission they paid.
We ain't some slick professional outfit, but we do something nobody else around here does, and it has taken us a damn lot of effort to get this good at it, and we do it well if I do say so myself.

Anyhow. March 31. North Tonawanda.

poking around folders

Poking through folders transferred entire and then left unopened from my old computer to my new some months ago, I found a document in my Fanfic folder, consisting entirely of quotes from Thomas Kinsella's translation of the pre-medieval(?) Irish epic poem "The Tain bo Cuiliagne [The Cattle-Raid of Cooley]". Kinsella is a poet. His book is titled simply T´ain.
It's good.

So since it's so easy, I'm copying and pasting it in. Lay-zeeh.

"If you came any nearer," Cuchulainn said, "I would have to kill you, and that would be a pity." p. 93

"If you hadn't his protection, you would have had your bowels ripped out by now." Cuchulainn, p. 119

At this moment I am completely convinced that there is some kind of rhyme scheme going on here. (This is from Scathach's prophecy, p. 34-35.)

one against an army
your own blood a red plague
splashed on many a smashed shield
on weapons and women red eyed
the field of slaughter growing red
on chopped flesh ravens feed
the crow scours the ploughed ground
the savage kite shall be found

Now I am almost obligated to go to bed so that I can wake up tomorrow, randomly hit 'paste' thinking I've copied a URL or something, and instead have the above come howling out of my clipboard into whatever text field I have open. And I'll be all, "What the hell was I blogging last night?"