Turkey Crossing

Music: Curve: Cuckoo On the other side of birthday festivities, I have a host of thankful feelings and just a smidgeon of hangover left. Hit the former Icabod's with Rog, his boy Alan, Jen, Paul, and Jess. I regret I spilled the gift "car bomb" all over the bar, but this was quite a lucky stroke (my, how I would have hurt with all that sugar in process the next day). Paul was a rock star for giving me a ride home.

I spent Sunday with a hangover and Sarah Michelle Geller; last night is was a beer with Patricia Arquette and her amazing medium-licious powers (I'm getting hyped about my upcoming sitting).

There is a mound of must-finish work, including a paper on Robo-Huey, the animatronic tribute to the Baron of the Bayou, for the upcoming Southern States Communication Association conference, and a wrap-up of the rhetorical agency essay with Chris. Speaking of the latter, Chris worked up some fantastic points about agency as a "possession" that I think works nicely with our Ouija board allegory. Again, I promise to post some tidbits once I get a chance to fix some of my authorial gaffs.