Does anyone have Uma’s phone number?

I now wonder if I have the wrong “dan” on my Friendster.

True: last night I watched Clue. Also true: I had to go out and rent it. My copy apparently lives at my mother’s house. I got some mail regarding today’s boob-heavy entry (heh), from a girl claiming to be named “Kansas.” So, I guess strippers read my site, too. Yay, strippers! I love your boobs.…

I’m thinking I’m going to have to lose SiteMeter in order to make the blog work. That’s frustrating. Dan and I are thinking about breaking up with Friendster. Why? Because it does nothing. It means nothing. It reminds me of Ben Kingsley with his suitcase of chess certificates, floating them all over the room. “You…

Accoring to Robyn, those of you having problems seeing the blog might try minimizing and then maximizing the window. I don’t want you to have to do that because that’s stupid, so I’m working on it. But as we used to say in the tech world, there’s your current “workaround.”

I decided my blog needed a sidekick. Actually, I’m not sure who decided. It may have been Dan’s brilliant plan. Huh. Welcome to the world’s longest continuing conversation. Regardless, welcome Dan. Post often. Perhaps you should give some kind of introduction that’s less pamie-centric so people know more about you. In other news: some of…

[readermail]Dear Pamie, Short time reader, first time caller. Can girls tell when I’m checking out their breasts? I’ve developed a technique that I feel meets all stealth criteria, but it’s hard to be sure without about this without starting a conversation that, frankly, can’t go anywhere but straight up my ass. It seems to me…

Pam: stee just made me a Stoli Vanilla and Coke. Dan: Mmm. Do you like it? Pam: Well, I’ve never really had one before. I don’t think, as a drink, it works, actually. But we have a lot of Stoli Vanilla here. Dan: I ordered it once in front of you, and I do believe…

So, I’ve figured out how to update to Netscape 6 or something on the Mac, and I changed SiteMeter to understand Blogger, but there are still some problems. Thanks for being so patient, and especially to those of you who have helped me out with suggestions and explanations.

Northwest Indiana seems to think WGAW was written by my mom. Mom couldn’t be happier to see her name on that site, even though she’s been lumped as one of those crappy “chic lit” authors. (That’s when you write about Prada, right?)