Kissin Yer Blarney Stone

Despite finding this holiday insufferable (nothing against the Irish or green-colored food and drink, but plenty against all the bars being crammed to the gills with belligerently drunk frat boy jackasses who are already vomiting on strangers by three in the afternoon*), I hope everybody has a good St. Patrick’s Day today.

I believe I'll be working to avoid any sort of bars at all costs this evening.

Within the next week or two, we should be getting the schedule for the Brick’s Antidepressant Festival, at which Nosedive's latest, Infectious Opportunity will be staged (apparently along with Mr. Matthew Freeman’s latest, Glee Club).

Once we have the dates down, we can start preproduction work in earnest on what’s being called my "AIDS Play." Though, honestly, that moniker is a little disingenuous. It's more my "Guy Who Fakes Being HIV-Positive To Boost His Career Play." But that's a bit of a mouthful.

Having your mouths full of Nosedive aside, once we get more details about our latest show, we'll pass them along to you, dear reader. Just like we passed along that other unfortunate gift last St. Patrick's Day. Seriously, how many times can we say we're sorry?

Belligerent with or without booze,

James "Vomalicious" Comtois

* When everyone knows the proper time for vomiting on strangers is 10 at night.