Holy crap. I’m posting from my father’s house. This is unsettling because:
a. My dad lives in the Middle of Nowhere Mississippi.
b. My dad lives in the Middle of Nowhere Mississippi and he has DSL.
c. My dad lives in the Middle of Nowhere Mississippi and he has DSL and I don’t.
d. Dad will eventually become knowledgeable in the ways of email.
Of course, I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s not like Mississippi is Irkutsk or anything. Dad’s also got digital cable and a Sprint PCS phone. Go figure.
On a completely unrelated subject, I may soon have some pretty sassy news about a production we could be mounting this summer. The rights haven’t been positively secured just yet, but we’ll probably know something this week–good lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise (as they say here in Mrs. Hippie).
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