Hrm. I’d been thinking that someone else was gonna get this written this month, so I didn’t hurry into getting it done personally; partly because I only got to the show this month on a break from helping someone move. Also: people moving in January? Don’t do that anymore. Just go be homeless until it’s warm out. Thanks.

Anyway. Twenty twelve. The year the Maya predicted [not actually] for the end of the world [not remotely] by ending their calendar [which plots out through 13th October 4772] when the planets all line up [in 1998] long after they went extinct [they're still around, and laughing at you]. Also the year Cthulhu is equally likely finally to be elected. Or something.

Not that ragnarok didn’t sprint enthusiastically into position this year. Friday’s show had problems. Animal couldn’t be there this month, so neither could his soundsystem; instead, the film started up as a silent picture [notwithstanding a tonedeaf audience trying to sing along anyway] until someone plugged Cable A into PonyAmp B and got a bit of noise to happen; that might be something to figure out more completely before the next show, on the twenty-fourth, when Animal’s likely to be in New Orleans.

Otherwise, things worked out well enough. I think. I actually had to split a few minutes early [which is why the images run out before the credits roll] since I and the guy I was helping move were exhausted. But I don’t think anyone actually died this month. Which…might be a good thing, fun though the alternative usually is.

Also, this month was another straight [ish] show—no themenight. February’s show should me thematic again, I think; I wanna say that it’s about Valentine’s Day, but I could be wrong. Let’s assume that until or unless I come back with an update about it.

See ya then, if the world doesn’t suddenly end on us….