Or the heart of the pun, depending upon your twisted proclivities.
Here we go, kiddies, Emcee Square #6.
& don't worry, it hasn't got anywhere near the obscure, crass punchline of last week's installment.
Now that the Emcee Biz is out of the way, I do hereby promise that I will get around to actually writing something funny/informative/bitchy in the space, real soon. My sincerest apologies for the recent lack. Life has been hectic, but it's looking at least relatively smooth, on the horizon.
The wife's new job in Connecticut has been put on indefinate hold, but she has already found something new, which pays double what she's making now, and doesn't move us across the country. In addition, I've landed a column at a relatively new entertainment mag, which means that my smiling face is going to be plastered in even more places across this great internet of ours.
But yes, Emcee Square #6. Read it, love it, buy my merchandise.
