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Leaping to Catch Up

I've been pretty scarce around here for the last week or so. I hope no one believed I was the victim of some sort of bathroom-related shenanigans.

Not that it's all that far from the truth. I just can't imagine the eulogy, is all.

As penance for my absence, I'll point you to a few updates and tidbits that may, post facto, entertain you. Unless your facto is still running, and then you may enjoy them in medias facto. Or thereabouts.

First, there's a brand new Zolton Does Amazon piece over at ZuG -- Art Lessons.

(And you might want to hurry, if you're planning on checking it out. I made a joke about getting to 'second base' in a review of a book about fingerpainting. If Amazon doesn't shut me off soon, the Feds might do it for them.)

"I made a joke about getting to 'second base' in a review of a book about fingerpainting. If Amazon doesn't shut me off soon, the Feds might do it for them."

Next, I'm pleased and proud to announce that I have a piece in the upcoming Mug of Woe book sequel, Woe of the Road. Many thanks to editors Jenn and Kyle for all their hard work on the series.

(Even if they refused to call this second book "Muggy 2: Electric Woegaloo". Opportunity squandered, ladies. Opportunity squandered.)

Speaking of Jenn -- and her other-partner in different sorts of crime, Andrea -- their film Viral Video has been accepted into the SouthEast New England Film, Music and Arts Festival. I'm very pleased for them.

(And not just because I'm featured in the film. Mostly that. But not 'just'.)

If you're in the Providence, Rhode Island area on the weekend of April 13th, check out the SENEFest. It's rumored to be quite the hoot.

In other news, I reached the final round of the NYC Midnight Short Screenplay Challenge, which was a lot of fun. I didn't place, but I did learn how to write a five-page screenplay in a weekend with no preparation whatsoever. I have to believe that'll come in handy somehow. Like if the condo is ever taken over by a bunch of theater-loving terrorists with severe ADD.

There are some other things in the works -- but nothing I can't update on after another AWOL week of neglecting this place.

(I kid, I kid. I'm sure March will be totally the month where all the free time I haven't had will come oozing into my life like some sort of leisure time osmosis enema.

Or possibly something far less disturbing.)

Anyway, I'm alive. And not sequestered in the scary-signed office bathroom from the last post.

(Though I did notice another startling thing today. Not only is the unnerving sign still hanging on the little boys' room door, now there's a charity signup list tacked up right below it.

Don't get me wrong. I'm all for community service -- even the non-court-mandated kind. But is the time to ask for my help in working at a food bank or connecting tots with toys really when I'm rushing into the 'research room' to drop an angry deuce? If anything, put that sign on the inside of the door, so I see it when I'm emptied and relaxed, on the way out. That's when I'm feeling 'charitable', man. Figure it out.)

I'll keep you posted on any further harrowing details. And there will be harrowing details. That's my life. Harrow happens.

Meanwhile, there's precious little of this 'extra' Leap Day left. And I can't think of any better way to spend it than doing what I do best -- sacking out in the bed and napping through the harrowing. I'll see you kids in March.