Why am I not surprised that in the span of a few hours after I made my intentions known, after confirming the arrangements and all, I get a call informing me of the The Show's move to another timeslot and thus requires emergency meetings, re-editings and other unnecessary worries at this time of the year? Blast it.

My only consolation is that I am pretty excited about a forthcoming project with some masters of ennui. I can't spill the bile yet, we have yet to sit on it and chew. So that will keep me busy, and oh, it'll be exactly a week until judgment day. So tune in for the good news in a week or so.