The altered-to-deadly-sexy version of Aaron Sorkin hitting on me in the kitchen of his theater in my dream last night complimented me on how well I opened a bottle of wine. Pretty much says it all.
* Google is doing its very best to force me to link my gmail and yahoo accounts and I refuse on the basis of not trusting this kind of pressure. What about in an "emergency?" they ask.What if my email accounts weren't linked? Well, I wouldn't be able to get on the blog if I had gmail on. In an emergency, you might not have this blog.
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