As you guys know, I've moved to a different shift, which means instead of one two-hour long show I work on two 30-minute shows. That means less time spent in the control room on my part so there's fewer opportunities for something funny/crazy/just-plain-wrong to happen.

But sometimes I get lucky.

Director: [scratching his arm] Man this thing itches!

Me: Did you get a new tattoo?

Director: Yeah.

Me: Don't scratch it! That just makes it worse.

Director: I'm just using the flat side of my fingernails.

Me: You need some of that special tattoo lotion.

Director: I've been using what they recommended.

Me: They didn't give you any?

Director: They didn't have any.

Me: Where'd you get it?

Director: The place by the gay bar.

Me: They should - you know what, I'm gonna leave that one alone.

Meanwhile, the graphics op is dying laughing.