Seriously: It can’t be unseen. Not for a while. And it hurts.

Found out two interesting things tonight. First, someone replaced the kilowatt bulb in the spotlight with a 750watt bulb. Second, a new 750 is infinitely brighter than an old thousand-watt. I still see the damned thing every time I blink. And I was wearing sunglasses all night.

CEI. With Special Guest Star: The Fucking Sun.

So, that being unexpected, I had the DigiCam set to flash with enough brightness to make up for an old kilowatt bulb, not this new thing; everything’s a bit overexposed as a result. Meaning too much light, not too little clothing. So far as I’m concerned, anyway.

Speaking of exposure: we had another recordish night for attendance. Which indicates yet again that the show could really go semimonthly or weekly. When precisely that’ll begin to happen is still kinda unknown—possibly sometime this year. The trick is that, first, the show has to do well for a few months in a row; that much covered, the second issue is working out what can be bumped for the rest of the month, when the rest of the month is plotted out three months in advance. So, while it’s something of a cinch that the show’s gonna start happening more than once a month, no one’s sure when the calendar actually gets cleared, making room for this. Not that there’s nothing else worth seeing [film for film, there's anything else worth seeing; though only RHPS comes with a shadowcast] while we’re waiting for the calendar to run out. Hopefully, whenever things clear up and allow for a ?weekly show, I’ll find out far enough in advance to get in here and announce it. Stay tuned, or something.

Still speaking of exposure, while moving next door to exploitation: Next month, we’re back to pulling a themenight. And the theme, of course, is Zombie Easter [if that sounds redundant to you, you're not alone], naturally headlining Your Saviour and Yours [I don't need a saviour: I'm a grownup] Gebus Krost, as Y’shua the Undead. Or something. I’m not really sure. All I’ve got is a list of things we’re not allowed to do. And something of a background in law. And therefore a spooky ability to track down loopholes in silly mandates. So, whatever happens, it’s gonna send everyone directly to hell. Good times.

That’s on the twenty-ninth. Around 11PM or so. Though some of us are likely to get there a little earlier and set up a soundsystem out front, because little’s more fun than meeting police responding to noise complaints when you’re all dressed up as a revenant.

Some things are more fun. But those things actually are illegal. They tell me. Pfft.

So. See you then….