It's a long story. I was emailing Chardoe, and he had asked me what my bastard's name would be if our world was analogous to this one in a fiction series we've both read. In the parallel world bastards of true born houses are named for the geophysical scape that reflects the worldly location. I said his or her last name would Burn because it's easy to get sunburned where I used to live. I chose a real name to precede the said surname - Sunshine. Turning it over in my mind, it seems interesting enough and reflective enough to do me justice, even if traditionally it isn't the most masculine sounding name.

Yes. No real venues. Yes.

One time Chardoe and I were playing in a U-M common room, and we drove away a classic piano guy with our parody lyrics of Char's song "Ellen Reid" featuring the The Women of Time.

It allows people like me to suffer freely from delusions of grandeur.

Only if they fix the smashed in grill on my '94 caravan as part of the contract.

One day I saw a lot of people had soundclick pages, and I wanted one, too. Now I have one.

I wouldn't want to disgrace any of them here.

I would have to say playing Golden Axe at Pete's as Bran and Hodor, but only if Johnny Appleseed is along side me providing subsistence and funny jokes.

My acoustic guitar, Jane, a microphone and a 2.99 GHz processor.

It's just me right now, dreaming the dream (as opposed to living it).