Yep, I get hate mail. And here’s an example:
HELLOOOOOO WHAT HAPPENED TO EVERY WEEK-THIS IS FEB FOR GODS SAKE
That, my friends, is from my mother. I know this not just because she signed it “Mommy,” but because she always writes in all caps. All caps. All the time. And usually bold too. It’s like I’m constantly being yelled at by my mommy.
GOOD MORNING MOO MOO. DID YOU SEE BAREFOOT CONTESSA YESTERDAY? SHE MADE A DELICIOUS COBBLER– PERFECT FOR YOUR NEXT DINNER PARTY. CALL ME. LOVE YOU.
It’s weird, right?
What’s not weird is that she’s right. There! I said it! Mommy is always right! There, I said that too! I’ve got some stuff in the hopper and even some (what I think is) cool news to share but… well… we’ll get there. I promise.
In the meantime, might I interest you in some columns I’ve written for Dragon and completely forgot to post here?
2010: Outlook Good
Admittedly not my finest work. But no, I was not drunk when I wrote this like someone on the message boards suspected. At least not for all of it.
House Rules for the Holidays
Interesting, but only because the people I talked to about this were interesting.
Freaks & Geeks
I wrote this so long ago I really don’t remember what it’s about.
Back at you soon. Or should I say I’LL WRITE SOMETHING NEW SOON, I PROMISE. CALL ME, MOMMY!