Holy calamity. The busyness of my brain, activities and life has been comparable to a large ant's nest or a dance sequence in one of those old movies where women in rubber swimming caps are viewed from above. That's not to say that I haven't been having a grand old time. Friday night I experienced quite possibly the best gig I've seen in years. I will of course attempt to note something down about this, but not right now. I have an appointment on King St to talk to a woman about a housequarium.