"Good luck with that in a Cuban family, m'ijo."

Hehe. Nice one, Barb. I don't mind if you blame me for that, at all. In fact, keep on blaming me, I can take it (and more of the story!)

Oh, Barb, that was so sharp. Both of them are so clear to me.

New hair in LJ in a minute.

::curtsies::

Thank you, thank you. I'm sure it'll get tinkered with a bit-- ths is me, we're talking about after all. But I'm rather pleased with that little bit. Gives me some more to work with and crystallized some things about Gaby, in particular, for me.

Barb, I enjoyed that! (Now I have even more incentive to dive into the copy of It's Not About the Accent waiting for me at home.)

Deena, I enjoyed that! gave me a little chuckle in the morning.

And Amy - I recently saw a cartoon. Young woman in a doctor's office, her wrist is at an odd angle, and he's telling her "it's what we call MySpace wrist. Stop taking pictures of yourself." BUT! we want pictures of your new hair, so a few probably won't hurt.

I posted one in LJ, Todd! I'm amy37 there.

Barb, I enjoyed that! (Now I have even more incentive to dive into the copy of It's Not About the Accent waiting for me at home.)

Thanks, Todd-- I love when material just flows like that. Of course, pisses me off too, because I really would like the rest of it to flow as easily.

And Amy looks bee-yoo-ti-ful

I see you on my flist Amy... but canna see the hair. Am sad.

Fixed, Sox!

Black Leather Pants

I've always known I was the smartest guy in the room, though I could never prove it. Never did that well in school, or at work, or in social situations, or in games. But I have a blog with literally dozens of readers.

So when I was invited to take part in a "mystery week" reality show where I would get a chance to show off my intellect, I was on that like Rush Limbaugh on a Cheeto. When they told me that the show was being filmed in Uzbekistan to avoid the red tape caused by U.S. regulations and human rights treaties, I told them that this appealed to my love of freedom, as long as they were buying the tickets, and paying the hotel bills. In retrospect, maybe I should have wondered why a reality show was worrying about human rights treaties.

You see it turns out they've come up with a way to make a mystery week edgier. Yeah, they've staged a murder and we have to solve it. But it turns out the murder is real. And if we contestants can't figure out whodunit, we get executed for the crime. They've even managed to get hold of an antique electric chair, the third ever used in the U.S. Takes all the fun out if it.

Oh well, on the bright side, win or lose they've told me I can keep these cool black leather pants..

Oh well, on the bright side, win or lose they've told me I can keep these cool black leather pants.

Dude... what a nifty twist. Very creepy.