December 3, 2019

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Pals, if anybody still reads this moribund graveyard of a blog, know that one of the reasons (sloth and poor scheduling acumen being the others!) that we've been quiet is that I been working on a show. Well, we run this weekend (and only this weekend) at Steppenwolf's 1700 Theatre space, and if you wanna come check it out, I absolutely refuse to judge you for this.

It's a thoroughly goofy, heartfelt, hopefully funny and touching, performance art popover with a lot of lip synching, awkward 11 year old dance moves, and sincerity. I will put a bucket on my head and bang it repeatedly with a lunch box. I don't know how else to sell the thing.

Anyhow, it's been really enjoyable working on a project that is so "do these simple things fully and be in the moment" and while I have quite literally no idea how it all looks from the outside, I think it would be Neat to have folks there. C'mon out, if you like!

That aside, life has been nuts, and this two-week stretch is specifically alarming. Between the show and my tenth (!) installment of the Muppet Christmas Party (I feel anybody reading this probably knows what that is?) it will be nonstop til December 16th. And then I will melt into a vast ocean of contented holiday cheer and joy, culminating in a weeklong staycation at Christmas during which time, hey, maybe I'll actually cut together footage from my LA and New England trips, or talk about the spastic travels I have planned beyond them. Or maybe I'll sleep for a year! Gosh!

Please be kind to yourselves. You really do deserve it.