So in my most recent Gilmore Girls recap, I take a quick tangent to wonder why construction people always lick their pencils before they write. Not one, but two emails have come in today to answer my question. From Laura: Hey there, You offered up this observation on your most recent Gilmore Girls recap. Those…

New Entry. I have some good news. And you can leave your comments about the entry right here! See? Comments. Ah, it’s three steps removed from a forum.

The book arrived in the mail today. Thanks, Kathleen.

“This is the kind of high-fallutin’ stuff I’d expect from your fancy-pants school, not mine.”

Now I’ve got all of this white space at the bottom of my blog. I don’t know what I did.

You can thank Mo’s blog for showing me a comments feature that I don’t hate. So now we’ve got comments. Please: no smilies. I can’t stand them. Saw Shattered Glass last night, and except for one incredibly schmaltzy scene, I truly enjoyed it.

Someone found my website searching for “What Does Scurvy Look Like?” I hope someone gets a toothbrush soon. And some citrus. And since I just lost my dinner plans and now find myself blogging at night (not as impressive as the REM song about gardening), I figure I’ll just give you the rest of the…

Amazon.com asked me recently to update my wish list (I guess because the holidays are coming) and I found out that someone sent me something on my wish list that I didn’t get. Amazon doesn’t let you track your sender, so I don’t know how to get in touch with this person to thank them…

Need to kill some time? My new Gilmore Girls recap is up.

Why am I quoted on a Silicon Investor website? And more importantly, why am I always so damn sexy when it happens? [edited to add: and why do they think I’m a guy?]