ham fisted theatrics

So I'm on Spring Break now, theoretically, since I only have class M-T-W. And I slept through my first two classes today (I had EVERY INTENTION of going, too, I made all kinds of promises/threats to myself) and, intending to use all that class-going energy on my third class at 4:55, I was actually kinda disappointed when I showed up to find nobody there and remembered it was cancelled. I was gonna attend the shit out of that class to atone for fucking up the other two; it was a little like spending all morning sinning then being bummed to find the confessional booth closed that afternoon. Wackachussets.

A lotta people are outta town already: Dominic and Dan are in Aspen for Checkout, as are Matt, Steve, Daniel as of this evening. It's a little bit of a ghost-town for a minute, but I been productive: I've written half the scripts for the new episodes of The Culliver Family Variety Hour that Hammerkatz is hoping to shoot sometime soon. (You may remember "Culliver" as the five-minute show I wrote that got nobly trounced at Channel 102 so we decided to go rogue with it, you can see/download the pilot here). I have every intention of getting them done before Donald/the twins/myself leave for Miami on Sunday. Ideally more intentions than I had of going to class this morning.

That's all I got for ya. If you haven't already, go over to 102 and watch both eps of Puppet Rapist. It it every bit as dark, deep, funny, and intriguing as its jokey title in no way indicates. Best 10 minutes you'll spend all day.