ChiKat!

JZ, we've had to speak to you before about the Salon letters.

Deena, have you thought about adding a sound-proof room?

::tosses glitter and dances::

ChiKat!

Nora, can you flip the wording around just a bit?

So that this:

The current opportunities available for you and your fellow leaders at [company]to make their mark on this new facility and the next generation of [university] graduates are exciting and plentiful.

becomes: There are many [or some better word indicating "a shitload"] exciting opportunities available for you and your fellow leaders at [company] to make their mark on this new facility and the next generation of [university] graduates.

Would that work?

or some better word indicating "a shitload"

A metric fuckload?

I am a tooth-fairy-believing whackaloon who needs to be herded into a detention camp with all the other whackaloons.

I can tell you who *I* think is a whackaloon: The person who wrote that letter.

Hi Deena!

Happy Real Birthday KB!

So I had the biopsy today, although they took so much tissue it was more like something that ends in --ectomy. I got to see my midwife again, which was great.

The procedure wasn't awful, but I was a little startled that they had a camera and monitor set up so we could all see my squidgy bits in HDTV detail...as could anyone who passed by in the hall, since they left the door open and the monitor was opposite the doorway. They turned the big monitor on and I yelped, "OMG!! It's HUGE!!!" which got everyone to laugh.

But yeah, they took a chunk of skin the size of a shirt button. I stopped watching on the monitor a little too late for psychological comfort...but just in case I'd missed too much, they gave me some nice color photos of every step of the procedure. I'm thinking they are not candidates for photo t-shirts or Xmas ornaments.

JZ, step away from Salon letters. The crazy, we will always have with us. Besides, you can take heart from knowing that my association with Buffistas is one of the reasons that I now realize that all religious people are not crazy, but indeed, some are intelligent, educated, reasonable people. Unlike the scary nutjobs I grew up with. You've broadened my world. I still don't get it, but I don't automatically back away warily anymore. (And I don't have to get it. I'm okay with that. After all, I don't expect other people to get me and my kooky all-is-one beliefs, either.)

P-C, I think you should go to that convention, for three reasons, to wit: (1) it will convince your mom that you're SERIOUS; (2) you might actually meet someone interesting; and (3) your report of the proceedings will undoubtedly be amusing to read.

Teppy just typed what I was typing, except that I'd leave out the word "available." If you don't like "exciting," how about "significant"?

cereal: Raq, you now have giant HDTV photos of your cooter? You should totally display them in the foyer. Talk about conversation pieces.

I must go shower now, lest I be late for my own doctor's appointment, wherein I will likely spend another shitload of money and time for someone to not figure out what's wrong with me. Cheers, all.

JZ! This non-believer does not think you are Craxy, so please to step away from the stress-inducing letters at Salon. Or anywhere else, for that matter.