Ah, and just when it looked like we were going to relax a little…
This week sees the beginning of the SF Sketchfest, which I’ll be working. Hint: I’m not one of the performers, but just about every member of the audience will get to see me at some point.
But take heart, dear friends… all two of you… because we’ve got the New Hampshire primary on Tuesday guaranteeing us lots to talk about. Plus for those of you who care, there are more members of the Locker Room Rogue’s Gallery to meet, and I’m working on a review of Francis Ford Coppola’s Youth Without Youth along with the soon to be usual shenanigans.
All of which is predicated on the notion that I don’t do something incredibly stupid in the next few hours while under the influence of sleep deprivation.
