The importance of friend time

Lately, I have been very busy with touring and speaking engagements. Meeting new people and talking about myself is fun, but all the parties and glamour and finer points of etiquette can be so tiresome! Last week I was attending a gala reception, politely gumming some crab cakes, when somebody asked me my opinion on immigration reform. My response was variously described in the local media as "shocking," "scandalous," and "politically tone-deaf." I will spare you the details, but suffice it to say that I can hardly tell two humans apart, let alone understand the need for a political class. If you do not want to comprehend the true depths of your equality, if the fear of your own cosmic insignificance motivates your absurd need to invent ridiculous categories for each other, and if you do not realize that it is ludicrous to attempt an ordering where none is justified or even possible, then certainly do not ask me about it.

After the incident with the press and the Senator, my agent insisted that I take some time off, and for once I agreed with her. I wanted to spend time with my friends! I wanted to dance and sing! So, I canceled an upcoming panel discussion ("Correcting the Lunisolar Calendar Once and For All Time: The Endless Year of Polyp") and headed home for some much needed me-time.

Red Rover with my buddies

Reunited at last, we sang and we danced and we played Red Rover. I am very fond of this game, perhaps because I am continuously deformable, and have never lost. Also, many of my friends have no hands. After several rounds of Red Rover, and some time practicing my flying, I feel rejuvenated and ready to get back to work. Hooray!