LeN -- I can't imagine that if you can (and will) avoid wetting the toilet rolls, that you wouldn't just, you know, AVOID IT. I can't even work out how to wet them the way they are.

I'm going to kill my body. I'm getting bursts of silver running down the sides of both retinas. I just want to curl up away from the world while everything heals miraculously and without external intervention. Someone with a nice voice and strong hands bringing me tea would be great.

Just overheard a co-worker agree to bring another co-worker all of Pink Floyd's music. Good thing he confirmed at the last second. Turns out that she really wanted Pink's music. That'd have been some crushing disappointment.

I have a demo/presentation to give in 30 minutes. I told them I needed a completed questionnaire to prepare it. Guess what I don't have?

But guess what I do have?? No, you never will. A mutant bifurcated bone in my foot. Not only is it bifurcated, it's not even bifurcated in the normal direction.

Apparently it has nothing to do with the shooting pain, though. Ah, well.

JZ, clearly Katie was getting pregnant during those missing 16 days. They may have needed to try different style basters.

I copy-check my email better than this woman copy-checks an application to the US Senate to become one of the most powerful people in the world.

Having edited hundreds of pages of poorly written copy, I can state for a fact that Miers' writing skills are on par with some of the best public health minds in the world.

This facts makes me weep for the English language and all other written languages.

Never saw that article before, JZ. That's highly disturbing.

I'd heard about the other actresses being approached, but not the missing 16 days.

I need to check it out to give you a definite answer, I don't want to make some unbased assumptions. Is that OK?

Of course.

ita, your body never ceases to amaze.

ita's a mutant. It explains so much.

The only thing that would make it better for me personally, JZ, is to see Frank Pembleton(or Munch...whee!) make the case. Which cannot happen as they are composites of real people and so, nsm, real, but...happy thought. "Did you think we were stupid, Mr. Delay?" Or, more definite justice: set him loose in the Pelecanos-verse and make sure he kicks a puppy. By the end of the book, his brains will be decorating a windshield in the District. More happy thoughts...

erika, I'd really rather have G. Or, best possible case scenario, they find some semi-plausible excuse to hire Yaphet Kotto himself to do it, because, really? There could not possibly be any more inspiring sight than seeing Tom DeLay getting arrested by a gigantic Jewish black man from New York City.

Muttering in operatic Italian about honor, and vengeance, and, switching back to his perfect-yet-formal English, the public trust? Yeah, I could get behind that. Many times. Then he would make Mikey(?) take him away because he turns his stomach, or possibly, because if they are alone together for too long, Giardello wouldn't trust himself not to...become creative, in that old-school BPD way. Delay would wet himself. YK would be most honored at being selected...he's quite the activist and committed to African debt relief and such...he would think indictments couldn't happen to a nicer fella, I'm sure.