spanked - yes , with a wooden spoon. Not sure it was useful, because I couldn't tell you what for. Once again - the "we're disappointed in you" worked really well. Helps that my parents had very high standards for their own behavior.

Allyson - now yo are my hero - you are in my favorite comic on my favorite day. I look forward to the Sunday version of Unshelved every week. It was well worth the wait this week

Wow! Allyson, that's amazing! I'm very excited and happy for you.

Spanked--nope, not by my parents. My grandfather spanked the heck out of me once when he and Gram were babysitting, and I have a vague feeling that they were really angry at him for doing so.

Our receptionist has hiccups. It sounds like there's a startled rabbit in the front of the office.

A few times. Corwood, not at all. But I think that is harsh. But I won't think of you as Child Abuse Guy or anything.

When I was a kid I used to wet the bed. Once my dad woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to go to the bathroom. I stood in front of the toilet with my pants down but I didn't go. My dad told me to go and I still didn't. Then he swatted my behind once, and I proceeded to pee on the floor.

Apparently I was in some sleepwalking-like state, as the next morning I had no recollection of this at all.

Oh sweet Christ. They want me to come in for a two hour meeting this week.

How am I supposed to swing that? I guess I'll have to come up with an "appointment" of some kind.

Apparently I was in some sleepwalking-like state, as the next morning I had no recollection of this at all.

I used to have night terrors when I was in grade school, where I would be up pacing, agitated, eyes wide open and loudly describing why I was so worked up (sounded like stuff out of really bad dreams when it was relayed back to me - stuff like melting people down to make bullets). Never once did I have a recollection of it afterwards. I think it only happened a half dozen times, but it freaked my parents right the hell out.

They want me to come in for a two hour meeting this week.

Oh, but that's promising, right?

I guess I'll have to come up with an "appointment" of some kind.

I'm going to offer my old standby suggestion: plague.

How am I supposed to swing that? I guess I'll have to come up with an "appointment" of some kind.

This or call in sick.

I guess I'll have to come up with an "appointment" of some kind.

Tell your bosses that you stumbled on a portal behind some filing cabinets in the basement you work in and ended up in John Malkovich's head for seven minutes before being dumped on the highway outside of Chicago.