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I'm back. I'm still struggling with various existential crises, i.e., what am I doing with my life, what is my purpose, et cetera. I'm also coming to terms with the fact that my mom probably had a way better life than the one I'm currently living. Heh. It's cool, it's cool. My mom and I are driving in the car, and Mario van Peebles is on NPR talking about his new movie Baadasssss!, and my mom freaks out because he sounds just like his father. And then she sighs. And I say, "Hey, what's up?" And then I learn that she dated Melvin "Sweet Sweetback's Baad Asssss Song" Van Peebles when she was around my age. He was doing plays at the time (and she apparently watched him perform from the wings and hung out backstage, and went to parties -- woah. My mom was a checkerboard chick), she worked in television and advertising, and MELVIN VAN PEEBLES COULD HAVE BEEN MY FATHER. Dude.

So. Yeah. I've had a very productive week. I'm writing a musical with friends. Its tentative title is "Mrs. Van Houten, You've Got a Lovely Daughter." If this thing gets to Broadway, it will be either the worst or best musical ever. There's no in between with this. Wheeeeeee. Oh, c'mon. It can't be any worse than Prymate.