If I make it out of this blizzard I will be performing/reading at the following events:
And then of course hanging out at the featherproof table and lauding Miss Gray and Mr. Somerville at the Literature Party.
See you there, and one of us will slip on some barf (maybe mine) and do a really entertaining windmill before landing on the paper-mâché tree next to the Ecotone table? But it's okay, because you wanted to subscribe anyway. Then we'll wear each other's Hammer pants and dap to the death. Can't wait!