I'd like to see the sexual satisfaction numbers by gender.

I'd like to see all of the numbers, because there's that thing about correlation and causation again. I'm assuming it's a crappy article, not a crappy survey.

Aw, crap, Sheryl, that sucks. Much -ma to G.

Not only is my ring finger longer than my index finger, but my right ring finger is noticeably longer than my left. Apparently I have testosteronal asymmetry.

Also, SO BORED, and now tommyrot and Liese have infected me with the desire to do nothing but nap. And fight crime, but nap first. And yet, it's not even 2:30 here. It's going to be a long horrid struggle to remain both awake and productive for the next two and a half hours. Possibly I should just go for one out of two.

JZ, are you still up for doing something on the 29th?

Wish me luck -

One of my responsiblities here is "design" and layout for our advertising materials. Scare quotes are due to the fact that everything has to go through several people with varying levels of aesthetic awareness, and, at the end of the day, must meet the final approval of the crazy man who owns this firm.

Now, years of slavish devotion to the offhand whims of a man with no advertising background have finally produced an ad so ghastly that we may have actually just gotten buy in on using *actual design principles* going forward.

Minion (who actually has a degree in advertising) and I are feeling quite vindicated.

Oh, Sheryl. I am so sorry. All kinds of ~ma to you and G.

oh brenda, I know how that goes. A couple of years ago our president brought in a "marketing specialist" who managed to produce some truly horrendous ads ... and antagonized literally everyone in the office (except the president). After he was faced with a staff revolt - a month before the annual conference - he let her go. Turned out that her main qualification was that in a previous job she'd been a really great secretary.

Ouch, G and Sheryl, I'm so sorry to hear that.

oh Sheryl, I'm sorry for G. Does he belong to an association that has job finding help?

Perkins, yes, totally.

Aw, man. I really want to stab the doe-eyed med students who keep walking in, staring at me all confused, asking if I'm Doris, and then, when I say (in my professional Helpful Friendly Lady voice instead of the bitter demi-shrift voice I really want to use) "No, I'm not, but she's right inside" and POINT TO EXACTLY WHERE SHE'S SITTING AT HER DESK, just keep staring at me all doe-eyed like they're waiting for me to take them by the hand and toddle them over to her. Can't I stab just one, just a little?

well, just a little.