I've got to stop rewriting songs the day of a performance

[solarbird]

...at least, you know, until I'm good enough to deal with that sort of thing, at which point ALL BETS ARE OFF, PEOPLE. YOU COULD GET ANYTHING.

Anyway, today's my regular biweekly at Lake Forest Park Farmer's Market, noon...ish. Hopefully actually noon. Hopefully I won't lose another string. Hopefully Phil and Trixie will parachute nekked into the side yard carrying sacks of hundreds. That'd be awesome.

ETA: More like noon-fifteen. No sign of Phil and Trixie.

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[solarbird]

Phil and Trixie are the Magical Money Fairies, who parachute nekked into the side yard carrying sacks of money for you, except that they don't, which is why if you want to ask the gods if they want to give you an assload of money, you need to provide a mechanism, like a lotto ticket.

The name similarity is amusing, but AFAIK coincidental, as the person I got it from would not have been a reader of Dragon magazine.