Stress can promote creativity.  My sister in law had a stroke last night and right now me and Ami are focused on getting through the day so we can drive up to Austin to check in on her. 

During this time, I managed to record an audio track for the Stars and Garters Burlesque show stuff (two spots - one commercial for "Tobias the Adequate Magic TV Cards" and one where I argue with the announcer about whether I'm going to do a really dangerous trick or not in the second half) and get that sent off. 

Whee. 

... and I am a wordy bastard. Things I will likely digress upon in coming days: * This odd little guitar I now own (and learning to play it)* My ongoing career as a part-time professional magician* Fairs, Festivals and Foolishness* How, against all logic and reason, I am still married. 

This weekend I will be doing 8 minutes or so at a local variety show hosted at a local theater that Ami and I have become participant-patrons of, the Overtime Theater in San Antonio.   I've been doing stuff with their Cabaret for... about 2 years now. We're at the point where the producer told me "You have 8 minutes. I know it'll be good."

Now I have the unusual challenge of coming up with something that'll eat up about 8 minutes every month. I do my best not to repeat myself.  I think I've repeated myself twice in 2 years (10 performances a year as 2 months I'm out of town when the show happens).

I have performed magic, I have juggled, and I have gibbered helplessly while endlessly pouring water out of a small pitcher into a lucite wine glass and drinking it.  There are worse second jobs.