I'm sorry.... So sorry....

Dearest friends, relations, and well-wishers,

I have been absent as of late, and many of you I have not seen for a crying-shame long time. This, as the poet says, blows chunks.

I've been working a lot (read: too much) lately, but things have recently become slightly less congested. Slightly. I had to go and fill up my evenings with a filmy mucous of activity like some sort of chump. My rationale for doing so was that what I am filling my evenings with now is not work, and therefore not oppressive to my sense of well-being. And what I am filling my evenings with now is a play.

I have been asked, due to the vacating of the role of the hothead brother, to join the cast of Thorneloe Theatre's production of Tartuffe. I shall be joining such luminaries as Mr. Luke D. Norton, Mr. & Mrs. Dan & Tracy Lessard, Ms. Brianne Thermin, as well as others whose names I might not spell correctly! It'll be fun! I'm basing my character partly on Burt Ward's take of Robin from the 1970's Batman series. I also get to flick my wrist around a lot.

So that's what I'm up to now. I thank all of you who have not forsaken me and have made efforts to get in touch with me (these include, but are not limited to; Ms. Liz Buchanan whose exemplary patience is to be commended when I say things like "I might have a night off next week sometime;" Ms. Kayla Turpin and her cadre of associates who invaded my radio show, even though I had abandoned it for sleep instead; and my loving parents who furnish me with letters and pictures in the mail), and offer you what I got up to in about 45 - 60 minutes last night:



God bless that basic video editing system I found on the computer!