The fact that I’m two weeks behind on my update should be a testament as to how busy I’ve been lately. Busy to the point of cracking. It seemed like such a good idea at the time to sign on for all the shit I’m caught up in now, but now that I haven’t had a day to myself in awhile, I’m starting to lose it. Back to that in a bit. First off, let me catch you up on my latest columns. In PARTNERS IN CRIME, I discuss friendship, and why it’s important to stay playful. I’m still looking for the pictures of that actor Steph and I kidnapped, and when I find them, I will post them here, so stay tuned. I know where they are, just don’t want to deal with getting the box down just yet. This week’s story is another fun and lighthearted piece about the age gap between me and my man, and how the gap affects our approach to the New York Times. I called it, GENERATION GAP. A few fun stories, no videos for those because I failed to catch Steph on film, and who wants to watch a video of me and David arguing over the paper?