Poulet Boints.

• On Sunday the little cwab turned sixteen--so on Saturday night, while we were performing onstage, she threw herself a birthday party at the house, to which seventy people eventually showed up, bearing cash as a birthday present. I'm not sure when the birthday party as a source for micropayments allowing the children to quantify their popularity in terms of a cash amount thing happened, but I can't say I'm fond of it.
  
  I am ever-so-slightly tempted to demand twenty bucks from everyone on the social networking friendslist for MY birthday, however. </sarcasm>


• Finished The Taming of the Shrew on Sunday. Now I suppose I'll have to get a haircut, and lose this beautiful handlebar. I should probably start building a functional relationship with Chatterbox soon.


• The director for A Streetcar Named Desire dropped out a week or so ago, with two weeks until opening, so Mrs. Cwabs took over. She's complaining a lot, but I think it seekritly feeds her ego.

Testing out Sketchcast

I don't have a mic on my work computer, so this is voiceless, but I figured it would be fun to try, maybe once. A little more inspiration (and microphone access) will work wonders, probably.

Watch on YouTube

Appearance update:

My face is now as smooth as a baby's stubble-covered bottom.