How many times would you correct someone who repeatedly calls you by the wrong name?
At what point would you just give up?
I ask these questions because a lady at my work has been calling me Julie for quite some time now.....(well actually "Miss Julie", which makes me even more uneasy because she's a good deal older than me, and she's black......and it just sounds wrong.....but maybe I'm just crazy)
At first I corrected her.....she'd get this blank look on her face and the next time I'd see her it would be back to Julie.......
Please note that although she is older, she is in no way old enough for the whole memory loss thing to be kickin' in....she has no problem remembering anyone else's name....
SO now I just let her call me whatever she wants......I think it confuses everyone else but she seems satisfied......

on another note, MK check out Ann Ryand (great sci-fi, social commentary type books), or Jean Rhys (depressed young women set in the twenties), or Zadie Smith (amazing character writing).....or anything by J.D. Salinger.... Catcher in the Rye is great but Franny and Zooey is good too.
.....Let me know if you want to borrow something.

Hooray for Get SMart!!!
It was my favorite show for the longest time. I had a bit of a crush on Max's boss....I forget his name, but he was slick......I aspired to be Agent 99...even if she was cross-eyed and had some sort of nervous twitch (she kept it real)...
Plus, you gotta love that although they had the technology to create a shoe phone, they couldn't fathom anything more efficient than rotary dialing...

In other news,...Keith - Dance troupe ....oh yeah!

Yes,.....a dodgeball team....that would be fantastic!!!
No, really........although I anticipate lots of pain, I still think we should get a team of elmwoodstrippers together!
Anyone else interested?
......Floppydonkey....I know it's not basketball, but it does involve balls....and some sort of court (I'm assuming)........
So far I think it's me, Mike, Lilho (glad to hear it.....or read it I guess), and possibly Beast
So join us in bringing together our lovely little online community and the world of semi-violent, semi-contact sports......

We'll show those biotches how the estrippers bring it!

While delivering mail at work today I glanced at my reflection in one of the windows.....For a moment, I thought that I was a fourteen year old boy.....with my hair pulled back into my hood and my fists crammed into my pockets.....
A fourteen year old boy, waiting for his mom after his Dungeons and Dragons' meeting........who only joined the club because it made him feel better about himself to hang out with kids who play nerdy role-playing games (although, deep down he knows that he's the bigger loser.........and he sucks at Dungeons and Dragons).......
Well, anyways......it caught me totally off gaurd......
I love that, those moments when you don't recognize yourself......and you're surprised.....by yourself.....

Hmmm......I also hate John Wayne movies....

Is anything more exciting than getting packages in the mail?...........nope-er-roo

I need to get out and dance......

Booty-shakin', Booty-shakin'........lord I love to shake my booty!!!!