Double Yew Tee Eff?

Have I mentioned that I need to kick the butt of A.Pants?

It's true, he needs an ass-kicking.

The man just refuses to get out-of-town work in places where he has access to the internet. Which means I get to spend a lot of time on the phone. And those of you who know me know how much I love love love talking on the phone.

In the interest of fairness, I should point out that it's not like I especially loathe talking on the phone, I'm just really, really bad at it. I have the attention span of a gnat, frankly, and I'm very easily distracted, visually, so if the least little thing happens in front of me, I'm gone.

All of which, in the twisted logic of the mind that is mine, means A.Pants needs to get smacked around.

Fly Away (Not) Home

Well, I'm at it again. Just a couple weeks after returning from Puerto Vallarta, I'm sitting around waiting to get back on an airplane and take to the air.

This time I'm not, however, going to a warm, sunny place. Or, at least, not one as warm and sunny as Puerto Vallarta.

I'm off to see A.Pants in Indianapolis, to see his show and, more importantly, to meet his mother.

That's right, friends, I'm meeting his mother. I think it's getting serious.

Actually, it's been brewing for quite a while. We've been discussing cohabitating for quite a while and actually have plans to do so in the new year; we're just not sure when it'll happen. The timing will depend a lot – a lot – on whether or not I get a bonus this year, since the bulk of the moving money's going to have to come from that. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Puerto Vallarta!

Forthwith, and after much delay, here at last are the collected published photos from my late trip to the sun-kissed Utopia we mere humans/visitors like to call "Puerto Vallarta:"