Short. Not very good. Easing back into writing more.

-I'm far behind now in the blogging. My bad.

-Text from a chat with Jay Hastings about R. Kelly recording a song for Virginia Tech. It really happened. The song and the chat.

Jay: does R Kelly have any credibility as an artist who "heals"

once you go down the path he took, I don't want him to talk about the proper way to mourn

me: pee heals jellyfish stings

-I just finished up a week at the DC Improv. After one of the shows, a guy from the crowd came up to me and said, "Great stuff." Then he slapped my ass like it was a basketball game. I was startled. When something that out of the ordinary happens, you freeze. Let's hope this doesn't become commonplace. It would get old pretty quickly, and every comic would become a recluse.

-I went to a show last night to watch. The emcee asked the crowd the following questions:

Any married people in the audience? Are there any New Yorkers in the crowd? What about out-of-towners? Any celebrities in the house?

What celebrity is going to acknowledge they're there, and they're a celebrity?

He asked all of those questions, which is weird. What makes it weirder is that he had no follow-up. It was like he was working for the Census Bureau or something. How many Pacific-Islanders? How about single parents? Not even a hint of a follow-up. Just a question, then on to the next joke. Uncalled for.

-I will write another tonight or tomorrow. I promise.