David, allow me to say only this: What, they don't have phones in the bar??

I think I'm doing Quiznos myself.

I've spent way too much time this morning overhearing people obsess over how their jobs will be lost to India. It seems to be a really prevalent paranoia here.

*My* job's not in much jeopardy, since it's all about the face time, and I'm an immigrant in IT anyway. Part of me bristles at the xenopobia that seems to be bubbling underneath, but they are talking about their careers here.

there is no Quiznos near me.

meeting me at BK would be a trek for you.

I am having dinner at the Oyseter Bar tonight so I feel like I shouldn't ruin my appetite, but I don't really have an appetite while sick, so....

once again, my lack of people to do things for me irks. why must I get my own food?

David, allow me to say only this: What, they don't have phones in the bar??

This bar did not, actually. It's tiny and old, and I think the old fashioned booth they used to have for a payphone, is now a storage closet. Nor do I have a cell phone. Again, not an excuse, but it was a situation that getting up to leave and find a cell phone meant that I was just going home anyway.

When Joanie Laurer left wrestling, she had to leave her nom-de-fake-fighting behind. But The Rock gets to keep his.

Harlequin had a policy for a bit that you had to use a pseudonym, and they owned it. If you leave Harlequin, you're not Busty McSexaholic any ore.

This is probably why you're a lawyer and not an Ojibwe hunter.

I could TOTALLY be an Ojibwe hunter. Anyway, they actually did kill some fish last night with a pointy thing, but this was just throwing a sharpened stick at sharks, and I figure the resistance of the water makes that pretty hard to accomplish.

Also the setting sun behind Tom and Ian with their pointy sticks-- an awesomely funny shot.

James is good for a laugh in the Big Tom sort of way. The fact that he actually said it, "sex-eh-altee" cracked my shit up last night.

Bob nearly lost his shit over that as well. I think he said something like, "you could not make this guy up! No, wait, this is exactly the kind of guy you would make up, and that is why it's so amazing that HE ACTUALLY EXISTS!"

ve spent way too much time this morning overhearing people obsess over how their jobs will be lost to India. It seems to be a really prevalent paranoia here.

It's only paranoia if it isn't true. I handed over one of my books to an Indian writer last year. He makes a sixth of my salary. A sixth. We have a big Indian development center, and I don't see it getting any smaller. The next round of layoffs we have, I expect to see a lot of cost-shifting from expensive U.S. writers to cheaper Indians.

If we compete solely on price, I can't, it's that simple. A lot of textile workers and furniture makers are laughing and saying "Suck it up, white-collar girl!"

It's only paranoia if it isn't true.

Honestly? I think they're more at risk from H1B guys than from outsourcing proper. That's why I call it paranoia.

The Rock & Vin Diesel

I want a buddy movie.

If you leave Harlequin, you're not Busty McSexaholic any ore.

Speak for yourself!

--Chesty O'Nympho

Re Joanie Laurer, I think she left with a fractious relationship to WWE so they didn't permit her to use the name. Actually, I'm just guessing this.