Hey there, folks.
Not much time for yuks here today, what with digging out from under another — yes, another — foot of snow, and inching through the streets to a show tonight. And oh yeah — there’s that pesky ‘work thing’ in between, too.
Still, I would simply never leave you without your regular daily allowance of drivel, so I’d like to direct your attention to the debut of a column I’m now writing for the online humor magazine Zoiks!
Have a look around over there — Zoiks! comes out every two weeks, and is simply chock-full of funnies, gags, and features. My piece and a half-dozen others should keep you occupied, at least for one day, surely. I mean, you’re a little sensitive sometimes, but you’re not that high-maintenance. Phew.
All right — I’m off to strap on my boots and gloves and tunnel my way to the car. I should make it to work by lunchtime, which will leave me just enough time to turn around and leave for my nine o’clock show tonight. It’s twenty miles or so north of Boston, and in this weather — and surrounded by Masshole drivers — that’s about an eight-hour trip, right?
‘Well, gee, boss — I’m really sorry. Sure, I want to work today… but then there’s the snow. And the show. And the driving so slow… there’s just no time. These things happen. I’m sure you understand.‘
Yeah, maybe not. I suppose it’s best if I just slip out of the lunch room unnoticed, and sneak off to the car. That’ll give me plenty of time, without all the unpleasant confrontationals. Can’t be too careful on those slick roads, you know. Catch you tomorrow!Permalink | 1 Comment