Just another day. Yesterday, we’re back in the studio putting together a show on sunburn when half the studio lights go out. Sunburn in the dark. Daddy Troy goes out back to fix the situation, and all the lights go out. After some swear words, half the lights come back on. Lots more swear words, guys running around yelling into cellphones, crawling in dusty places and such, meanwhile I’m sitting down because I have never owned a home, so have made it a point to be ignorant of all these things.

After a while, a surrender is declared, and Daddy Troy heads to Home Depot for a part. The solution for the shoot: run an extension cord from the studio, through the warehouse, into the crappy offices, up to the front door. Water cooler unplugged. Studio plugged in. And action. So this is internet television. You have to unplug the water cooler to make it work.

So after a long day at the office, I get home and there is a dinner party under way with the Nice Couple From New York. The Nice Couple have children aged 3 and 1 that are scared to death of me but otherwise quite cute.

We’re lingering over dinner when Bubba requests my attention. This centipede is sauntering through the living room. I immediately call over the Nice Couple From New York because I am confident that it will make them throw up. Mr. Nice Couple squeals in a high pitched voice and soils himself. Which causes the centipede to run under the couch. The Nice Couple From New York excused themselves in one hell of a hurry, and the hunt was on. These things are venomous, by the way. I am wearing flipflops, but it turns out that Cuvaison Zinfandel is the anti-venom. I flipped the thing into a bucket and gave it to the kids to parade through the neighborhood (questionable judgement? Too much anti-venom). When they returned, I released it in the yard because centipedes this size are immortal. Seriously, cut them in half, both ends bite you. So, basically, another Thursday.