"He can't be killed."

"Don't give me your excuses. You know your performance review is coming right?"

"I mean it. He can't be killed."

"Still trying to lower expectations? You already know what we want."

"Seriously, we've tried everything."

"Are you sure? Do I have to do everything myself? You're lucky I don't work field anymore."

"Well maybe you should drop out of management and come with us sometime."

"You talking back to me? You know I can kick you off to some podunk station at the drop of a hat."

"Honestly we've tried everything, starting with our standard snipers and working all the way up."

"Are your snipers blind?"

"They swear he took direct hits, but nothing happened. We even tried other rifles, checked and rechecked our scopes, and nothing changed. We moved on to poisons and radiation. Nothing worked."

"What about big ticket stuff?"

"Yes, we've tried even car bombs, yet somehow he still…

One of the characters in The Wire, a TV series, is a heroin addicted police informant called Bubbles. He is played by Andre Royo.

According to Mr. Royo, one time, while he was on set, somebody handed him a package of heroin saying he looked like he needed a fix. He calls that incident "his street Oscar".

I guess a log is in place, given that many things have happened. As someone else said: I apologize for the long update, I didn’t have time to write a short one.

In no particular order:

• Life is still hectic, although in a more positive way. I picked up a live interpretation gig for a few hours per week. Believe it or not, it’s supremely tiring, but it pays well. I’m still looking for a more permanent job, though.
• Word Enchiladas are indeed coming back, but I