conjurdude

Now I am a scant year away from entering my thirties. Ah well.

I did have a good, albeit uneventful birthday. I got a couple DVDs, Jim Gaffigan's "King Baby" and, at long last, a copy of "Sleepy Hollow" (Growling Christopher Walken FTW!), a copy of The Laugh-Out-Loud Cats Sell Out, a new canvas belt, and, what will be tremendously fun, a pair of silicon ice cube trays. Emphasis on "cube"; they each make 15-1" x 1" x 1" cubes that look very classy. Even if you're swilling down something decidedly un-classy (like the Vanilla Coke Zero with bitters I'm sipping on right now).

And now, I'm gonna make another attempt at reading Neal Stephenson's "Anathem."

EDIT: Oh yeah, almost forgot...the show opens this week, and because of that, I need to dye my facial hair a bit darker so that it reads better on stage. You may all commence snickering at that notion.