New comic. Tired. Talk to ya soon.

Stuff to do before my obscenely early (7:55 a.m. out of Austin) flight tomorrow morning:

• Re-burn a CD of our pre-show music that doesn't have quite so many instances of the words "fuck" and "pussy" in its songs.
  
  
• Go to the Almost Late Show taping tonight.
  
  
• Get a haircut. (Damn. No time. And Suzannah's off today.)
  
  
• Set TiVo to record stuff through Sunday. Record Sunday night stuff too in case I'm delayed.
  
  
• Recharge le-iPod.
  
  
• Decide whether to take the camera.
  
  
• Get costumes and props together. Pack. Thank the Lord that we're not doing the Piojo skit and that costume doesn't need packing.
  
  
• Print out boarding passes. I missed a flight last year because I didn't do that.
  
  
• Decide whether to take GPS. Not sure if I'll need it.
  
  
• Kiss wife.
  
  
• Take lightest, smallest books I can carry for the flights.
  
  
• Sleeeeeep!

My work blog is still being updated at least once a day, sometimes twice. Recent entries include one on the iPhone today, the Rosie vs. Donald game, my experiences with GPS and the Blu-Ray vs. HD-DVD war.

I was on my way to the show on Saturday and could only find a parking space next to the day labor work center.

As I got out of my car, wrestling with a bag of props and costumes, a homeless man asked me, "Hey, you got anything for me, man?"

As a matter of fact, I had a freshly-baked tub of cookies I was taking for my cast-mates.

"I have some cookies. Would you like a cookie?"

"I don't want no goddamn cookie. I want a dollar."

I got annoyed.

"I just made these! They're really good. These cookies are worth more than a dollar."

The homeless man chuckled.

"I don't want your damn cookies, man."

"These are home-made. I spent all day making these."

"That's all right."

"Fine. Well then, you can't have a cookie. You just lost your peanut butter cookie privileges! I feel bad for you because they're delicious."

He was good enough not to yell back.

In other street news, Mical is a funny street magician:

We're back in the new year with a a brand-new comic ushering in the '07 in a balls-out way.

I forgot to mention in the last post that during the last Saturday show I hurt myself pretty badly backstage. I was trying to make a really bad costume change and I put my pants in the wrong place (backstage, not the wrong place on my body). So I was running back trying to get out of the new and improved Piojo costume and into regular clothes when I hit a step hard with my left shin.

I fell on it with my whole weight and skinned myself pretty badly. Now I have a big bruise/bump and even though I can walk on it (even though I was hurting, I had to finish dressing and go right on stage and dance), it's still bothering me. I also have bruises all over my knees from all the falling I had to do in this show (about six separate times; I got killed a lot in each performance).

So, ow.

It's my free day. The rest of this week, I'll be working, rehearsing and traveling to L.A. and San Francisco.

Only I have to send some jokes for the Almost Late Show and I need to write a review of the new season of Rome (tough job, I know) and finish watching United 93 (I do not advice watching an incredibly gut-wrenching movie about 9/11 if at some point you know you're gonna have to stop the movie in mid-hijack and go do something else).

So, yeah. Free day.

The LCP shows went well. We had our best audience at last night's early show and, as usually happens, that was the one where everything clicked and the whole thing was firing on all cylinders.

It never came up (at least not within the cast) that this was my last set of Austin shows with the group (at least as far as regular gigs). A co-worker of mine who came to see it mentioned it and it made me feel a little strange, but not sad.

A few of us went to Geisha Sushi afterward and I had some salmon teriyaki.

I don't know if there was a new Saturday Night Live last night and I'm too lazy to check the TiVo right now. Not knowing somehow makes me feel out of the loop.

I made these Nutter Butter cookies yesterday and took them to the show. They are so fucking good it pains me. I didn't have the heart to tell everyone that the recipe calls for five whole sticks of butter. Moderation, folks.

We bought a camera for Christmas, but we don't have a camera bag for it or a UV filter, so we're a bit afraid to take it out of the house. I wanted to take it to the show to take some pics last night, but didn't and I'm worried about taking it on my trip because I've already got a ton of props and costumes to carry and I don't want the camera to get banged up. So: brand new camera that we're afraid to take anywhere.

Christmas tree is still up.

I forgot that we get next Monday off at work and it's completely throwing me. I was fretting about getting back on a flight that gave me enough time to rest or work on a Smallville recap and didn't realize that I had a whole extra day for that. I could have stayed an extra day in San Francisco and chose not to because I thought that Sunday was going to be just too crazy. And, I had asked for two days of vacation without realizing that it was giving me a five-day weekend, which is kind of a crummy thing to do when you just started a new job and have stories due.

I'm still planning on doing a CD project this month ("Best of '06"!) and the songs for it have been on my mind for pretty much the whole year. I need to buy a few CDs that are on that list.

I was thinking last night, though, that sending out a CD by mail is a pretty antiquated way of doing things in this era of glorious digital distribution. I started wondering if I shouldn't just make a way for people to grab the songs themselves and burn it on their own, but the legal and logistical issues are something I don't really have time to deal with right now, so if that happens, it'll happen for next year's edition. (Assuming there's a next year's edition.) I'm open to ideas about it. It's looking like a lot of the songs on this one will be stuff I've put on the MySpace blog.