Tiny/Shiny

Happy Sunday

Just FYI, this is what certain people feel is an appropriately-sized slice of ice cream cake. For one.
No!

The culprit:

Ok.

Well, As Long As Everyone Is Still Going On About Hookers

I'd like to recommend a book. It's called Going Down, and it's by Jennifer Belle, and it's not new, but I really enjoyed it and even though the topic might lead you to believe that it's salacious, Danielle Steel-style "trash,"--which, for the record, I have no problem with--well, it's not. I think it's actually sad and funny and strange.

Cookies for Sale!

Go here or contact me directly.

Buy This Book.

Avoid this kind of thing.

My friend and former writing teacher Brett Berk has just released a very witty, well-informed tome on child-rearing entitled "The Gay Uncle's Guide To Parenting: Candid Counsel From the Depths of the Daycare Trenches." If you have a baby--or are just thinking about having a baby--buy this book!

Mexican Obedience School

Que Monito!

I did it.

The Ghost of Fiction Present

I'm Reading!

On Friday, February 22nd, I'm going to read some fiction at a bar in Brooklyn. Contact me for details if you'd like to come.

My Esteemed Colleague.

Two days ago, various Sarahs and I decided to do a conference call so as to better plan our upcoming trip to Mexico. But we also thought it would be fun to video chat (as below) so that we could have a visual. For some reason, we couldn't all three chat at once, so first Sarah B. and I looked at each other, and then Sarah G. and I, and then Sarah G. and Sarah B. At one point, while I was looking at Sarah B. and Sarah G. was talking, I held up a sign to the camera that said "Sarah G. Smells!", and Sarah B. and I both giggled hysterically, which prompted Sarah G. to say, "GUYS! Stop holding up signs about me and laughing!" It was truly uncanny.

Anyway, right now Sarah G. and I are pretending to be co-workers, since we both work at home,  by keeping the video open but on mute:

It's exactly like being in a real office! Except that in a real office, I probably wouldn't get up in the middle of work to trim my bangs. And if I did, I bet my co-workers wouldn't then tell me that said bangs "definitely have a Dorothy Hamill thing going on." No. That's why this is even better.

UPDATE: I just posted this, and subsequently Sarah went to brush her hair. Please think of her like this in the future:

Hott Stuff!

Obama!

Emails and text messages received last night:

"We Baracked the caucus!"--from Margaret, who has been working in Iowa since the day after Christmas.

"I have Huckabee's victory speech on right now, and Chuck Norris's big orange bearded head is floating behind him at the podium.  I mean, REALLY?  Is Walker Texas Ranger now that much of a political asset? Is Chuck Norris going to be our next SecDef?"--Ed.

"I'm watching Wolf Blitzer's fuzzy face.  What channel is Chuck Norris on!?"--Sarah G.

"Turn on your television."--Barack Obama.

"Obama is about to speak on my thing.  Make sure to tune in!"--Ed.

"He's speaking on your thing?! yahahaa."--Sarah G.

Once again, much thanks to MLR.