Yeah, yeah yeah, I know I'm a slack ass.

I've been busy moving all of our earthly belongings from one side of the house to the other, as we turn our house into a duplex. My brother has been living with me and Jason for a while, and the shared living space is no longer working for the intimacy level of my marriage. And I'm fucking tired of being a maid for two slobbish guys. I'll be damned if I wash another dish that I didn't mess up! Anyway, having my brother there is good for keeping the rent cheap, and he keeps me company when Jason's on the road, and he's a built-in dogsitter when I decide to take off for a few days. Like now, because I am currently in New Orleans with Jason, helping him with the tournament coverage at a World Series circuit event at Harrah's. But more on that later. So moving from one side of a house to the other is no less work than moving to an entirely different house. It's even worse, actually, because when there's a house full of stuff, you have to move stuff from one room to another before moving the contents of another room into the newly emptied room, there's a room with double the amount of furniture and stuff. So the past couple weeks have been spent packing, moving, cleaning, unpacking - and working on some commissioned drawings. So I haven't been a total slack ass, just a partial one.

So the break here at the poker tourney at Harrah's New Orleans is over, and I have to get off the computer so we can do live updates at Bluffmagazine.com (like that plug?) so if I survive the night without dysentery after drinking some local water (yikes!) I will be back to tell you all about our adventures in New Orleans, the nastiest city on earth.