dear catastrophe waitress

so i had this weird sort of youngish sunday wandering experience today, buying zines and drinking iced-italian sodas in kiss kiss capitol hill. was in bauhaus, cause it's easy to tumble down to it and does indeed seem to catch everyone in the neighborhood the way a billiard table pocket catches balls. anyway, these two first date lesbians were having an ackward conversation and suddenly the way too chipper barista put on belle and sebastian, to which the butch girl said, 'yuck, i hate this kind of music,' and then i eavesdropped on their conversation about what they did like. it was embarrassing, because the femme chick didn't know anything about music and kept mispronouncing things and said she was in to 'ebm' but then couldn't remember what the letters stood for. Yow. I wanted to hug her and give her a mix CD, but then I realized I coming dangerously close to lesbian assist music evangelism, something that might actually be so needed that it should be given a name, LAME, and stopped myself short.

speaking of girls, i was in toys in babeland today (it's none of your business, really) and saw an add for sin in linen, then noticed that the woman who helped Ann and I tour Sonic Youth around is the owner/creator of the line. Cool! And she's in the Rat City Rollergirls, a new rollerderby group...Good ladies abound in this town! Sent me swirling on the pin up tip, which is always worth a peek.