Never mind the icebergs, move the chairs into smaller groups, will you?

• I've done a bit of site maintenance — I almost said "back-end maintenance," but I know how you people think — so there may be some oddities cropping up. Let me know if you find anything out of the ordinary, won't you?
• After long consideration and some discussion with my doctor, I am going to modify my routine of medications. We'll see if that unclogs the pipes, or kills me. At this point either is fine.
• Looking for a funky new ring, as a present to you or to someone else? Allow me to recommend Dave Sheely Designs. He's a friend, but he is also an artist, and his rings are very cool. (So are his tikis!)
• Yes, I saw The Dark Knight, and yes, I thought it was very cool, and yes, Heath Ledger's performance as the Joker was rather scary. I am sure none of that surprises you at all. Of course, the Watchmen teaser blew me away, too. (God I hope that movie doesn't suck.) But I haven't gone to see the new Indiana Jones movie. For some reason I just haven't been able to get excited about it at all.
• I will take an opportunity here to pimp (yet again) my other, yet-more-ADHD site, Curiosities. I can't guarantee you'll find anything of value there, either, but it is at least faster.

That's enough for now.

A stereotypical but surprisingly uncommon vista, as it turns out.

I survived the "dry heat" of Arizona, and am now attempting to survive the return to Miami and the day job. I enjoyed my visit quite a bit, and wish it had been longer. Long weekends with three-hour time changes, it seems, are not very efficient.

Your humble author on-stage in Orlando

Technically, of course, you aren't the "voice of God" if people can see you. In that regard you might say my job last week didn't work out exact;y as planned, as evidenced by the screen capture above (provided by Fanless of Fanless.com). On arriving at the venue I was rather matter-of-factly informed that the director had decided that for part of the show — the majority of it, actually — I was to be on-stage. It's a damned good thing I brought my suit, that's all I can say.

It went well, or well enough, anyway. Undoubtedly due to the overwhelming support vibes sent my way by you, my loyal readers and friends, I didn't have even an iota of stage fright. There was an awkward moment at first, when the unrehearsed blocking was discovered to prevent me from seeing what was happening behind me, leaving me without a visual cue for going ahead. But that was quickly resolved, and the rest of the show went without incident.

With that event behind me, my Year of Motion continues with a trip to Phoenix. Yes, in a few hours I am going to board a plane for a location even hotter than Miami, where the high today is expected to be 112°F. Assuming I do not spontaneously burst into flames, you will hear from me again soon.

Tonight I'll be doing something very interesting, and something I haven't done before — providing the Voice of God (aka unseen announcer duties) for a televised event. It isn't my first time behind a microphone, but my previous experience was hosting events for 800 co-workers, not voicing a tuxedoed state-wide gala, so there is a noticeable increase in pressure.

But here's the frustrating part. As much as I would like to do so, I can't write about exactly what I'm doing, or where, or for what event. My employer prefers that I not reference them in any way on-line; therefore, while I can speak in general terms about work-related activities, I can't mention anything that might positively connect me with them. I guess they are ashamed of me, I don't know.

Anyway, even if I mentioned the specifics I doubt any of you would watch it — hell, I doubt I would if I didn't have to spend two hours saying "From Double-Wide City in Traylor County, Miss Lily White!". Nonetheless, should you happen to think about it around 6:30 tonight, spare a kind thought for me. I can use the psychic boost.

After all, who knows? Maybe I can parlay this into a new career. I'm about due for a mid-life crisis, right?