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….

And…another year done. And of course another month. The show’ll happen again toward the end of January 2012, on Friday the Twenty-seventh.

December having been an evennumbered month [You know: twelve], the show was a themenight again—this time XXXMas. Over which, obviously, I’m outraged: I don’t think it was XXX at all; it wasn’t even really NC17. Sure, there was some muppet sex; but—c’mon—we already had Muppet Babies, and knew they’d come from somewhere. Even if, technically, we’d never guessed that they’d evidently come from Al Franken and Gene Simmons. It’s weird, the things you learn….

But, just to be certain, I looked through the shots I got tonight, watching for actual XXX material. Didn’t see any. Uploaded the batch anyway. So, maybe it was an ironical sort of thing; if so: funneee….

Already looking forward to Prudes&Puritans Night, assuming that’ll be all about irony too.

Of course, it’s possible that I’m joking about all this, and that it totally was an XXXRated themenight, and that you missed it completely if you weren’t there, and that I carefully avoided getting any shots of anything truly unclothed because…erm…actually, there’s no way that would ever make sense; nevermind.

So, yeah: January’s show will be back to normalish. Meaning that there won’t be a lot of thematic surprises. Meaning that any surprises will occur within the parameters of a normalish show. Not that the show’s ever been all that commonly normal. I mean: we’re talking about a group of people fulfilling promises of XXX material by having a muppet sit&spin on a federal agent until John Waters would squint twitchilly and then leave the building; it’s all…kinda…weird.

Hope to see more of you next month—meaning, of course, hidden behind less clothing….