Jeepers

Hey all! I'm still alive, heh! The website I work for has increased its publishing days from thri-weekly to daily, so work's been full on (haven't I been saying this for ages? Along with the persistent declaration that I will write about new tv shows soon?!) This won't be a long post because I've got KFC waiting for me (and grease on my fingers; oy, it seems each time I update my blog I've got food at hand!).

On Friday I met up with an acquaintance - now friend - and we discussed plans for the theatrical future; then I met up with Chris, the director of The Edge fame, and one of the VIPs at KLPac and we discussed my pay for the year-end Christmas show. Let's just say I'm happy with the remuneration... now I've got to pull my weight and actually get the music done!! Which would be easier if I weren't so preoccupied by work, oy! On the plus side, Fridays and Saturdays are my days off from now on. It's a plus because Dad gets the same off days, so at least we're one big happy family (cue music here: Kar-di-nyaaaa...! Oh, only some of you would get that...)

Okay, I'm gonna go now because the coleslaw's getting warm and the whipped potatoes are getting cold. But before I go, here's a pic to make you go "wtf??" My mate Scott from Aussieland had to go for surgery because, as he put it, "My stomach went and leapt into my chesty." He's doing okay now, but here's a glimpse at his x-ray pre-op:

See it? Is that freaky-cool-scary or wot??? Glad you're okay Tiger!!!

Okay, back to da fried chickin. Buhbye.