Oh, how I suck. Let me count the ways... The latest? Emily thinks she's coming home to one of her favorite dinners. I, unfortuantely, have decided that the chili, the key ingredient in chili-baked potatoes, is no longer any good. So, I've ordered pizza as I am too exhausted to think about making anything else for dinner.

So, apparently it's just a night of suckitude. If you've ever thought I suck for any reason at all, this would be a good time to share it. Seems it's in the air tonight.

I'm going to take out the line Brenda suggested. I still have

Your closing paragraphs again highlight your lack of research for this editorial.

Which is probably enough.

Oh, askye, that's a wonderful letter. Go you!

Great letter, askye. One typo I noticed (and I know getting line-edits when you just want a beta can be a sore spot for some folks, but I can just tell that this cow you're responding to is exactly the sort of person to pounce on a typo, roll her eyes forever, and feel smugly justified in ignoring your letter. She's just that kind of a cow.): Last sentence of the fourth paragraph (the first really long one), "diagnosis" should be "diagnosed."

Other than those two letters at the end of that one word, smart and articulate and beautifully angry and focused. I hope she reads your letter and is thoroughly ashamed of herself.

Also, all kinds of -ma to your mom and aunt, and you and your grandma, and Asshat Uncle can go suck an egg.

Seems to me suckitude is NO dinner waiting. Pizza (which is yummy) instead of chili is not even on the suckitude scale.

Camera to take photos of the wonders of geekitude. Check.

I'm not fazed by much in this life, but I can imagine myself staring, slack-jawed in wonder at Dragon*Con.

I'm going to need a roomie of the non-smoking, non-snoring, non-axe murdery type. If anybody knows anybody, let me know!

(Room is 3 blocks from the venue)

Seems to me suckitude is NO dinner waiting. Pizza (which is yummy) instead of chili is not even on the suckitude scale.

Robin is wise, and you can make it up to Emily another night, vw.

Dave is getting aggravated because I insist on booing A-Rod despite the fact that he is part of the team we are cheering for tonight.

Tell Dave that's how we're doing it on Chez Zmayhem.

Emmett: "I can't believe I'm rooting for A-Rod to score. A-Rod sucks! But I want him to score."

J Z -- I made a few changs before I sent the letter. I think I caught that one. I hope she responds.

I also sent the paper a brief email asking them why they decided to publish it. I included the email I just sent so I wouldn't have to write something else. Hopefully I'll get an answer from them as well.

Emmett: "I can't believe I'm rooting for A-Rod to score. A-Rod sucks! But I want him to score."

This is what Dave is doing. I however am shouting "Hit A-Rod in the head".