danny_g

So. Updates. Right. Well, what can I tell you...

As some (okay, two) of you know, I'm somewhat quick to offer a backrub, but rarely, if ever, request one for myself. This is because in recent years, I forget how long, really, they've not done much for me. Same with muscle relaxants or anything designed to relieve tension. But why? Could I make the melodramatic claim that I have too much tension to relieve, or is it quite the reverse? Well, now I know. She-that-played Maya took a swing at giving me a massage last night, and apparatnly I'm tense like a motherfucker. More knots than a boy scout meeting. So... not much to be done about that... but good to know, I guess.

See, this is why I don't update very often. I sometimes run out of things to say. Okay, tell you what, I'll try to have something fascinating for the weekend, yeah? Hitting Jubilations Dinner Theatre tonight for Batt-man (two t's! Can't sue!), have a rehearsal on Sunday... maybe I'll have a decent story, maybe I'll work up a decent rant... something on right, wrong, and Wonder Woman, perhaps.

-Danny G
"Sorry 'bout the clip show... have no fears, we've got stories for years!"
-Simpsons writers