GRAND ASSIZE ON TRACK,
SORT OF

Undaunted by (1) having received only one script, (2) that script consisting of the new HIPAA regulations sung to the music of “Cats,” (3) Sjt. Goodman mulling over a conversion to Christianity, “which means I can’t be funny anymore,” (4) the Renaissance Hotel threatening to bump the Grand Assize in favor of a convention of accupuncture-based urologists, (5) threats by Sjts. Montgomery anFloyd not to sing anything “unless it’s on a 12-tonscale,” and (6) unprecedented competition by the big firms to invite guests who never come, the D.C. announces that the Grand Assize is well on track. “Everything’s fine, fine, fine, well, whatever.”

NO SESSION on March 27 while the D.C. adjusts to his new Prozac dosage.