Rooms to let.

Right up those stairs ... watch your step, now ... is the master bedroom. The one with the stagnant puddles in the middle of the floor. That's where that drip in the living room is coming from. We're conserving water, you see. "Big Green" has to stand for something.

Oh, hello blog post readers from around the world (and Italy, too). This may not be the best time to drop by. I'm taking a potential renter on the grand tour of the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, our palatial squat here in upstate New York. Times being what they are (and gigs being pretty thin on the ground just lately), we have been forced to consider the possibility of taking on tenants. Yes, I advertised in the local Pennysaver. (Someone said I should move up to the Nickelsaver, but I'm not made of money, frankly.) Gotten quite a few calls, at least by Marvin (my personal robot assistant)'s count. He's answering the phone, which is helpful... but I'm a little tired of the voicemail routine every time I ask him something.

I know what you're going to say ... but that's okay, go ahead and say it anyway. You know - the trope about how we're squatters, we don't own the property, we have no right to rent it out to others. Sure, sure - that's easy for non-squatters to say. The way I see it, once you've been somewhere for a dozen years, you've earned the right to, I don't know, monetize your investment of time and sweat. We've put a lot of time into this place, to be sure. Not so much sweat, actually - it's falling down around our ears. But time, for sure.

That's not all we're monetizing around this place. We're also renting out pages on our new Web site, http://www.big-green.net/. We're offering the services of Lincoln and Anti-Lincoln as legal advisors. (Not lawyers, mind you. They're no longer members of the bar association, unless you count the local tavern circuit.) We're renting out the mansized tuber as a pleasure vehicle - very popular with the kiddies. And we've opened our basement studio up to karaoke singers. Should generate some interesting content for our podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN, at the very least.

Oops, got to go. Matt's hitting a rack tom with a stick and playing a kazoo like a duck call. And there's no live mic nearby.

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