Well, the force has a habit of listening to you when you least expect it to. I haven't posted anything in a while but that doesn't mean that nothing has been happening. Au contraire. For you loyal TV Black Sheep readers out there, yes, you, Mom... You might remember when I posted that my career was in the dumper. Well it was at that time but the universe got wind of that and sent me a candy-gram in the form of a new job offer complete with relocation in the Sunshine state. Yes folks, I am moving to Disney Nation, God's waiting room, the insect capital of the free world...Florida. I will be able to wear shorts and/or a wetsuit year round and choose any one of 100 special interest license plates to slap on my car. Now that's living! The new job is pretty darned good and I am looking forward to starting it in a few weeks. It is a TV engineering gig somewhat like my present but soon-to-be-former job with a couple of minor differences: 1.) The new company actually makes a profit, and 2.) Does not appear to be run by a clique of retarded, drunken baboons. I just wonder how long I can stay out of trouble at the new venue.
I am still awaiting some sort of word on the results of the stem cell transplant. I should hear something any day now. I can only hope that the little buggers are doing their job and making cancer-free blood cells in Dave's (not his real name) body. I hope you get to enjoy many years of long walks on summer nights too, Dave.
