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Taking A Few Days Off

Hey, dudes.

Sorry for this, but we’re taking a couple-three days off here. The stress of the whole book promotion thing is just crushing us.

Well, okay, you got us.

Barry is just getting back into town and I’m getting ready to leave town. I’m headed with the family to Chicago, where we’re going to meet with Sarcasmo and tour the Windy City. We’re planning to hit the high spots (literally) and the Adler Planetarium, the Shed Aquarium, the Field Museum, Navy Pier and a bike tour of the city.

Oh, and I’m going to be on the CBS 2 morning talk show on Sunday at 7:20 am. Which means I’m going to get up before 5 am, get dressed and ready and then hop into the taxi for the drive to the studio. I’ll have to be there about an hour before I’m scheduled to go on, but it’s going to be worth it.

Not only that, I have a feeling it’s going to be a blast.

Hyper Lad and Zippy the College Boy have already started begging to be taken along with me on the trip to the studio. I think they want to experience what a real television studio looks and feels like. Now that’s an exciting vacation in Chicago.

We’ll be back on air on Monday. It’s time for a weekend off.

Of course, that’s not to say either of us might not drop by if we’ve got something amazingly pressing to say. You know us: we’ve definitely got an inflated sense of our own importance.

See you on Monday, dudes.

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Sunday Serenade: A Few Days Late, But Not A Dollar Short

by Richard

Oddly, when I went looking for birthday-themed songs to play today, I came up with this one almost immediately.

It’s from a small group you dudes might not have heard of before. I mean, they came and went in the 1960s so they’re kind of old, but I thought the song was rather catchy.

Too bad these guys never really caught on. Although they were notable for one thing. This was the band Paul McCartney was in before he started the mega-group Wings. So at least the other three will have that.


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Bringing It Down

by Richard

Here’s hoping you dudes made it through Friday the 13th yesterday in relatively good health. If so, congratulations. If not, well, welcome to my world.

It seems like there’s some puritanical karma enforcer who’s taken a very significant interest in my case. You see, I went out to Vegas for a few days of gambling, drinking (non-alcoholic), smoking (second-hand) and generally just having a good time doing a couple of bad things.

Now, most hedonists would see this as the start of a good time. A puritan would be appalled by my flagrant disregard for the immutable moral standards which have served our civilization so well for so many years.

Guess which one won the argument over who got to hang around with me on my return from Vegas. I’ll give you a hint. It wasn’t the hedonist. That could have been fun, lying around and generally relaxing until I started to feel better and got ready to return to daily life.

No, I got the puritan, who thought I should understand suffering since I had done so much to acquaint myself with sin. Yeah, on the way back from Vegas I started getting a sore throat. By the time I made it all the way home, the sore throat had graduated to nuclear levels. Seriously, I was worried about my hair (such as is left) falling out from the radiation levels given off by my glowing-in-the-dark red throat.

The bug immediately thereafter set up shop in my lungs and proceeded to send out invites for the party of the century to all its little buggy friends.

So, coughing, stuffed-up nose, runny nose, mucus as an uninvited guest, all that fun stuff. Yeah, Friday the Thirteenth was nothing as compared to that one.

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