(Seriously, where can I buy this?)
(My friend Julia assures me that RSVPs for skeptic events are regularly riddled with lines like, “Is it really happening then?” I kind of want to collect instances of this…but I won’t.)
"Almost immediately (and especially in the UK), the question was, when’s your new record coming out? Whatever! The Milk-Eyed Mender proved to have legs…strong, smooth legs, from ankle to thigh, and supple hamstrings to boot.
Mmm, cold shower, anyone?”
"Everything was somehow going to happen, all eighteen songs and two hours worth of material coming in on the clock, when Joanna discovered to her horror that something was dragging her voice. There were nodes on her cords and she had to refrain from speaking at all for two whole months in order to address the problem. Anyone who knows Joanna knows that this is a problem—our girl loves to talk!"