I think I have essentially ordered a game shutdown and everyone go home. They'd started gaming around noon and were still going when I left for work at about 9 PM. This was not out of the ordinary. When I got home at 7 in the morning, went to bed, got up at around noon and they were still playing, I called it. At some point, you're entitled to your living room back.

It's not really analogous, I just like telling that story. Oh, how I suffered!

I have never ordered Mr. Jane's friends out, however, he has a tendency to take in strays which is a little...disconcerting when I walk into the living room, unawares, in my bra and underwear.

I just want a little warning is all.

Finished the book, paperdol. Again, thank you so much for writing it. I'll email you later with the gushing. Just came over here from pimping it to my other online peeps.

Reading MM's stuff now.

It's been a Very Buffista Day.

I like your book, paperdol. I also like that it's your book, but that's not the only reason I have one. I also recced it to a friend that likes "Firefly". He got excited.

Thank you all for buying my book. I'm all humbled and stuff.

I mentioned it to my mother and she bought a copy, too. She's read a few chapters, and so far, she's liked it, though she's been asking me a few questions that basically boil down to, "You talk to people who use swear words like that?"

You talk to people who use swear words like that?"

Heh. And oops.

Thanks for writing the book. It's truly incredible.

I was pimping it Friday at Happy Hour, because really, while it focuses on an online community, it's stories about something bringing people together, and the shit that goes down in that community.

One girl at our table said something about the, but you don't "Know" them, thing. I told her that ages ago, a couple who we're now close friends with, had been hanging at the bar for a couple of weeks. They invited Mr. Jane and I to dinner. We agreed without even thinking. It was only when we were pulling into their driveway that we realized, "We don't even know these people! They could be swingers or axe murderers!"

They were neither, and now we get free or cheaper stuff from Neiman's.

The Bronze had Penlind, the Grapevine had Teri.

Same thing; different avenue.

I've occasionally reminded Matt and friends that it is a school night. Usually, it is more for Matt than me. Most mornings, I can roll over and go back to sleep. And if we had a bigger house, I might not bother. But our bedroom is at the opposite end of the hall from the living room.

I'm going to send the book to my mom . She will read, not sure if my dad will. The language isn't theirs, but they should deal with it just fine.

I am sending it to my mom as well. I am also going to suggest that she recommend it in her book club.

It's the "get your friends out of the house in fifteen minutes" thing that gets me.

There could be any sort of valid reason to not want to be around some friend of your spouse and you make arrangements... its that part where she changes the arrangement and demands they all scatter that has me thinking "bitca"