We’re back in Portland for a bit, which is sweet. You’ll notice the details of our next tour displayed above, over a calm cosmic scene of lesbian romance. One might call the whole tour a sort of elopement, except that there will be no sex and no sense of being chased by a mustachioed father with a shotgun. But we will stop at a Sonic if we see one, which could also conceivably happen in an elopement scenario. 

Christmas is coming and I sure hope my grandmother loves me. Gonna set up my toy train and build a tiny village out of blocks and put little flashlights in the houses so it looks like a twinkly aerial view of a beautiful little town, where nothing bad happens ever. And the next day I hope to receive two nips of Jameson in my stocking, just like I did last year. And I hope I get a nice brown sweater.

H.