Thursday, September 23, 2004

Dad hurt his shoulder playing fooshball at work. He was shooting a very difficult goal shot from the back and now, he can hardly move. I guess Mom is going to have to drive them to the Hollywood Buddha premiere tonight.

From what I gather, Dad's work is almost all fooshball, very little writing. At "work" the writer/producers have separated into fooshball teams and they compete most of the day, in between joke pitching sessions. The fooshball table used to be in the hall at Disney but now he has moved it into his office so that they can really work at it. He comes home very tired and says that this is his absolute LAST season.

He says that every year.


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