Found this picture in a closet here at the artist's residence in Bristol, PA

I love how it was actually taken in my bathroom, as you can see from my lame recreation. Makes it even fake scarier! 

Bristol, PA

Doing shows here through Sunday.  We are living in the oldest building in Bristol: 200+ years.  And it shows. They have managed to update the apartments so it feels like we're living in Manhattan in the 40s.  I feel naked without a fedora.  One picture is the view out front;  one is the view out back. Hello, Delaware River. 

Ya know, I want to be a funny guy; I want to make people laugh...

But then reality always comes up and bites me in the face and says, "Screw you! You will never be as funny as me! "

San Diego at night

Admittedly a limited view.  Actually a very nice hotel: the US Grant. Luxurious.  If only this wasn't a 24-hour turnaround on a coast-to-coast gig. But work is better than not work!  Also, killer sushi here. 

My Fender Jaguar

46 days after I turned 15 years old,  I made the biggest purchase of my life: $220 for a then pretty top-of-the-line electric guitar in Louisville,  KY. I got a lot of pleasure out of that Jag. Jamie Z. collects and fixes up (and resells for big bux) guitars,  among other things.  He'd like to see it. I gotta say, for something I haven't used in years,  I'm kinda torn. I am a sentimental sap, 'tis true.

If you like I-95, you'll love the West Palm Beach Airport Ramada...

...if you like hygiene,  courtesy,  competence,  or customer service,  then not so much,  maybe.

Yhe lovely town of Stuart, Florida

Two shows, a little hoarse. Pop, I'll call you tomorrow about the biz with the thing with the deal with the whatchamacallit. Love you guys.

Another Florida theater...

...another horde of shuffleboard courts. In Boynton Beach this time. 

We are on a tour of retirement communities in Florida

Have been a little under the weather so haven't taken many pictures.  As to the types of places we're playing,  this shot of gobs of shuffleboard courts immediately abutting the theater should give you some notion. 

On the plus side, I'm out of the freezing cold of DC and in Florida for the week...

...on the minus side,  we got here at 10:30 and never got into our hotel rooms until we had to leave for soundcheck at 5:00. So I actually did a show looking like this. Now for three blades worth of shaving. 

A snowy day, so....

...I decided today would be a good day to work on my one-man show, starring me as Stubbly McBumbleshins: an irate, aging, British wit who's a little bit down on his luck and who happens to be color-blind.  It's not going well. 

Haircut

I know it's a blurry picture. But I've decided that blurry pictures suit me more than they used to.

Kate and the hardware

Once again, trapped in Rochester to begin the year

The bleakness of the Rochester airport. Last year, the venue lost power and we had to stay an extra day;  this year, our plane home is broken.  You just can't win.  Happy New Year! 

Kate

Kaat, Jame, and Jo say Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

A Christmas Miracle

It's Christmas Eve! And what a sight!

A man bedecked in red and white!

Grinning like a peddler just opening his pack,

'Cause he finally got his g****mn telephone back!

Merry Christmas Eve, all!

HO! HO! HO!

Jame made it home!

And seems to be doing well.  So great.  I can't take a picture, since my phone is at Cellairus getting repaired, but he is excellent.

As a pre-Christmas gift, here is a fake interview between HG Wells, Irving Berlin, and C. Clement Moore, the author of "'Twas the Night Before Christmas."  Irving Berlin (as personified by a member of the Upright Citizen's Brigade) is infectiously cheery; and Mr. Moore's breathtaking devotion to the warm Yuletide tradition of slavery is touching, if not abominable and psychotic.  In general, I cannot recommend the Dead Authors Podcast highly enough.  Especially the Ayn Rand one, featuring John Hodgman.

Love you guys!

Tell Mitch Dean says Merry Christmas!

Look what I found!

Yesterday and today are the Steps radio show.  Long hours, lots of tension, culminating with a recorded live performance (tonight) where you get one shot at material that you barely know and that has changed overnight, plus everything has to be timed to the second.  All under the baleful, stressed-out eye of the Boss.   Always a ton of fun right before the holidays.  And live brand-new Lirty Dies are always like playing Russian Roulette with your memory.

However, got home and saw this! Thanks, guys!  Can I open it before Christmas? Are things inside concealed? Or are they naked and vulnerable to the prying eye and I should just wait?

Also, what is your phone number? The phone is in the repair shop as I type, but won't back before Christmas, sadly.  Killing me.  Can't communicate even in the minimal way that I do.  And I don't know anyone' number anymore.  Just mine. And a  fat lot of good that does me.

Alright, off to re-memorize lines that changed overnight. Love y'all.

An absolutely true quote from Ricky Gervais

The Christmas Tree is up!

Now that Kate's birthday is past, we can turn to matters Noel-ish.  As is traditional, the Christmas Tree is a place in the home where families can gather together as one to worship Kevin McDonagh.

Well, it's taken a while...

But the screen on my long-shattered Galaxy S3 has finally sputtered to stray lines and mostly blackness.  I'm not due for a new upgrade, a new one cost $300+ if I just buy one, or if I eBay one $230+, plus at least a week transit time, plus it's hard to trust people on eBay, plus they're mostly refurbished by people who can't seem to tell the difference between 'there' 'their' and 'they're'.  I don't why I regard that as a bellwether for general stupidity, but apparently I do.  Also, 'to' 'too' and 'two'. Seriously. Not that hard to figure out.

I can get it repaired for $150, but they have to order parts and I won't have it until a couple of days past Christmas.  Not having a phone over Christmas will suck.  But that is probably going to be what I have to do.

So I won't be answering calls or texts for a bit.  Email me and I'll check whenever I can.  Damn first-world problems!

By the way, this is not my phone.  It would be hard to take a picture of my phone WITH my phone; especially as it does not work.  But apparently they shatter quicker than people's eardrums at a Michael Bolton concert.

Old Kate. Older Dad.

Even older you guys, I guess. Sorry! 

I'm feeling very positive about Kate today. In a variety of directions and ways. It's a good feeling.