Gar, I think it needs a bit more feeling and a bit less detachment, maybe. But on the right road.

Wayne Gretzky has never woken up sandwiched between his wife and his very best friend. Actually, I don't know that for sure.

BWAAAAAAAAH!

Besides, bro - Mr. Jobs has never been to one of my parties because he's never been invited. I don't like him much. Yes, we've met. I don't ask people I don't like to my parties; he struck me as a damp-handed jerk, frankly.

I only ask cool people to my parties. He isn't one. I'm a complete snob and my parties don't need dreary self-important bores. I only invite people I like.

edit: Raq, nope. I'd actually settled on Rebecca as her name when I was going to write her in to Bruton Town, the fifth book Jenn didn't sell SMP last January. Her name predates Cornwall in the series.

A happy accident then.
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Primates

It's the same everywhere. You think you left it behind in high school, but your first day at work, you get introduced around, and it happens all over again. Are you in Marketing? Who do you eat lunch with? You change departments, jobs, cities, even countries. You get promoted. And still, however lofty the rank, there's the same jostling for position, the reputation games. Who's hot this year? Who's the rising star? You sense that Fortune 500 CEOs sniff each others' butts too, to find out who's alpha. Don't let the company's mission statment fool you - it's not a meritocracy.

Awwwww, Karl. You're a sweetie.

Raq, I love yours.

You sense that Fortune 500 CEOs sniff each others' butts too, to find out who's alpha.

And they're taught how to do it at Skull & Bones....

Whew, didn't mean to stink up the place.

Here, I'll open the windows, it'll air out.

Did something "oh, MAN!" this morning. It is possible that the Kinkaids will be acquiring a BNF in the form of Dave Letterman's band leader. Fourway email - to said Bandleader, to the head of PR for the Rock Hall Foundation (they actually do the induction ceremony every year), to the head of PR for the Rock Hall Museum (Cleveland ROCKS, yo!) and to my own reps, went out a brief while ago.

Meep.

Meep meep.

Hoping the bandleader - who is also the house bandleader for the Hall, and has been, since the day it opened - can at least see his way to provide me with the tech info I need to write that upcoming section of Cleveland Rocks properly. But he's also been asked if he'd like to read and maybe blurb.

And that would rock, roll and shimmy, because, well, visible much?

edit: Bev, I loved that - I've just been nosedown in scary PR stuff and phone calls.

Good luck, deb, that sounds great.

Bev, I really dug the lion thing. I just keep forgetting to comment because I am a bad giver of feedback.

Woo! Deb. All crossables crossed.

Well, everybody did evaporate. I thought it was me. Memememe!

Well, everybody did evaporate. I thought it was me. Memememe!

Speaking just for me? Memememe?

The evaporation by memememe was purely memememe.