"Now comes the revolution. If you don't implement a conservative agenda now, when do you?" ~Richard Viguerie, New York Times, November 4, 2004.

How about never?

Here comes the revolution, yes…alas I would assume that revolution would come from those who would buck the system and fight the conservative agenda.
It has been 2 days since the election, and it just keeps getting worse. I am a big believer in hope…but truthfully I have very little.
I cannot imagine living in a world where people I love are persecuted and where there is no freedom of speech, press, thought, or choice. I can’t imagine living in some Orwellian existence.
And I think I have a right to say that I don’t accept this. I won’t accept this.

So what can I do?

I need examples here, people. Because sitting on the sidelines and letting things go to shit has never been something I can do. So what can I do to make a change? How does a person change the world?
I must find an answer to that question. If anyone has any suggestions, feel free to pass them on.

So I just voted in my first presidential election. :)

And my aunt Muriel died. :(

So it's been an interesting day.

I was awoken today by the phone ringing. I pick up, I say hello, I get this in return: "::insert background noise:: No, I called her, I get to tell her...Brig? It's Rick. I am standing in frotn of a pile of rubble on Elmwood. Coffee& burned down."

As Katy said, this is enough reason to call Aquila.

Now we have to find a new coffee house to go to.

It's a shock, really. Katy called me later and said "How are you, are you ok, are you coping??" and i thoguth she meant cuz of recent situations, but when I said "I'm fine", she replied "HOW CAN YOU BE FINE!!!!!!! We have no where to get a good cheap cup of coffee anymore!"

Really, it was the epicenter of our summer.
Now it's rubble.

It's a shame.
:(

Doing my part as street team member and PR management:

MAD YELLOW SUN

With
VEIL
(their final show)
DARKLING
and
AS SUMER DIES

Oct. 30th, 2004

The Continental
212 Franklin St.
Buffalo, NY

Doors at 10pm

18+
No cover charge

(Costumes encouraged)



There. I'm done. The band, while good, is such a thorn in my side.
I find it amusing that I started out with this project being the best friend of the drummer, and have concluded it being one of the singers best friends instead. As for the drummer....
well, it's been a few months since we've spoken. I don't know what the deal is...maybe it is PMS, as the title suggests. Maybe we just grew apart...that happens with people...
But I have known him since I was 4 years old. I went to grade school with him. He was in the first play I ever directed, I was at the first gig he ever played. We've gone thru life and death together, we have been thru first loves and first breakups and losing people and gaining people and so much more....I have known him for 17 years.
That's a long time for us NOT to grow apart...
And I almost wish I'd never met him now.

Oh well.

Come see the band.

Plus there's a party after at Doug's house, and as we all know, Doug's party throwing abilities are almost as good as mine.

AADA called me for an audition.
I am deleriously giddy.
To the point of insanity, really.
Now I have to find a place to stay cuz Viv isn't living in NYC anymore, and I have to talk to Rick about driving me...I hope he still can.

But that's all just details. In the grand scheme, all that matters is the fact that this is the singular best moment of my life...or at least, will be til I hear that im accepted...if I'm accepted, that is.
No time for negative thoguhts, tho... :)