Concert alert.

Chris, Rob, Chelsea and friends will be jamming again this Saturday night somewhere in southern Grady County, Georgia, in the same locale where they played back in April. Expect to hear Xingu and Mars Retrieval Unit - enjoy them while you can. And expect to see FSU students, a few microbuses, and the Pyramid House. I just hope it doesn't rain (it's been quite wet lately).

How not to design a website.

A sight to make your eyes water... Bud Uglly Design is a firm that will actually offer their services and design your webpage. That is, if you've lost all sense of reason. Parody? Insanity? You decide.

Comic update.

A new installment of my webcomic has been added. Enjoy.

Dad update, part 2.

I got a call from my aunt, who had been busy for most of the week. She told me that Dad went home from the hospital on Wednesday and is doing better.

Interests, obscure and otherwise.

Transgenderism, obviously, is one of my main interests, but I'm not going to hammer it down anyone's throat. I love old-time radio and silent film - two forms of once-mass media that require the spectators to use their imagination. Comics (books and strips) have always fascinated me as well.
In future posts I'll bring up little bits of trivia along those lines.

A great band - for how much longer?

My friend Chris Hall is an extremely talented musician and engineer. He has played in many bands with interesting names, and now he and a friend are starting their own engineering service (I designed their logo). Chris played all the instruments in my song "Goodbye Jamie," as well as having mixed and recorded it.
He has also introduced me to his friends who make up the terrific band known as Xingu. I first heard them at a mini-Woodstock style concert, then again at their first-CD-release party at the Warehouse in Tallahassee. Chelsea Luker is the heart and soul of Xingu, who wows the crowds with her soulful vocals and her mean tenor sax. And she's a sweet person on top of that. But Chelsea and her boyfriend Rob (frontman for Mars Retrieval Unit, for which Chris is drummer) plan to move from Tallahassee to Portland, Oregon. The others in Xingu do not want to follow. So I fear that their first CD may be their only one. Xingu may well die, unless they replace Chelsea.
I hope they get matters resolved.

Dad update.

My father is in the hospital because his heart is off its rhythm. I spent Father's Day visiting him there, along with a couple of aunts, an uncle and a cousin. One of these aunts is the widow of Dad's elder brother, who died in that hospital nearly six years ago - of an enlarged heart. Her son had a quadruple bypass in that same facility not long before his father's death - only to die by his own hand three years later.
My other aunt (Dad's sister) called me at 9 am, waking me, to tell me that the hospital will start running tests on him.
Dad, who is 68, has been fretting that I don't see him as often anymore. I really should, though, since I lost my mother over three months ago.
More on this later.

First post.

Well, I'm no poet. I'm not noted for profundity. I'm awful at keeping diaries, journals or what-have-you. I'm merely your basic person-born-male-but-thinking-female-yet-still-loving-women- and-wanting-to-become-one.

Something of an artist, a bit of an actor, less so of a singer.

Did I mention un-wealthy?

I hope that I will never be so full of myself as to even consider that my words or thoughts have any sort of import, impact, or influence upon anyone or anything.

That said, you may know me from this little webcomic I write and draw at terrinoble.com/comic.html - or maybe you glanced at my website.

We shall see if I can keep up with anything resembling a blog - or a life.