This post is pure meaningless frippery. Don’t even read it.

I stumbled across this image, and had to share.

I once (about 5 years ago?) did a reading on the smallest stage I have ever encountered. It’s smaller, I think, than my kitchen table. Smaller than my loveseat. Much, much smaller than my bed. Here it is…

(Points for those Vancouver queers who comment with the name of the venue.)