Igor says, "Hello, faithful readers." Or he would, if he bothered to acknowledge those under him. In any case, Igor knows that all his adoring fans have eagerly been anticipating updates -- to them, he can only say he's a VIT (Very Important Turtle) and thus does not have to to update at every underling's request.

But, because he's in a charitable mood today, Igor supposes he might give you all a peek into the exotic life of the Very Important.

Igor went to the theatre, viewing a production of Red, a play about painter Rothko.

The play portrayed Rothko as an angry, arrogant, yet vulnerable and sensitive man. More importantly, Igor is highly annoyed that every "artist" can get a play about him written and produced, and yet Igor hasn't even received the advanced copy of his own biography yet. What is the world coming to?

Igor's temper (not that Igor would ever do something as common and unsightly as losing his temper) was luckily soothed when he stopped for some Indian food. There were strange puppets hanging from the ceiling. Igor intends to install some in his own home (the third one, the small one out by the fjord in Norway; they're a little too kitschy to have in his first or second houses).

Igor was pleased.

Almost as pleased as he was when he ate this cranberry sauce and brie sandwich.

Anyway, Igor has very little time because he must run off and oversee a monument being built for him alongside the Thames (he must, after all, make sure the statue does him proper justice), so he'll have to update you, his devotees, on another date. It involves the following, though:

and green. Lots of green.