I am feeling really quite astonishingly famous today.

First, I got an e-mail saying that I had been mentioned in the St. Paul Pioneer Press, which was pretty damn cool, and then I got an e-mail asking me for an interview for the New York Times!!

On-line edition only, and I was so looking forward to buying the paper and seeing my name in it, but I am not complaining! The New York Times in any medium is about the biggest thing out there, and I am really chuffed.

So I did the interview last night, and blathered on about myself for about an hour or so, and hopefully was not too desperately boring. I'll let you know when it comes out!

The part of the interview that I particularly remember was when she said "So, you're in your mid-thirties, right?" "No!" I cried in horror, "Early thirties, early thirties!"

I got my computer back!!

I'll tell you, being without it was really rough. To compensate for the emptiness of my evenings, I had taken to having elaborate nightly showers. It used to be that I could barely tear myself away from e-mail and surfing and writing in order to bathe at all, but these past couple of weeks I've been looking forward to it as the highlight of my night.

I moved the boombox into the bathroom and I play music (last night was Squirrel Nut Zippers) and wash my hair and condition it and shave my legs and exfoliate and use several different kinds of gels and soaps, and then when I get out I put lotion on my legs and cream on my face and powder on my body and the whole thing takes about an hour.

And then I would go to bed because I couldn't think of a single other thing to do!

But now that I have my beautiful, wonderful computer back in my arms again, I'm certain that I will go back to wallowing in filth, as I am wont to do.

Well, an anniversary just passed, uncommemorated.

Somewhere between the 9th and the 13th of April (I can't remember exactly when) was the eight anniversary of my re-growing my hymen.

If I had known that it would have been so motherfucking long between goes, I would have marked the occasion more precisely.

Taken pictures or something.

Did you see All Saints on Saturday Night Live?

Jeez, I never thought I'd see a girl group more useless than The Spice Girls, but there they were, splayed all over my TV screen, by golly. What a pile of talent-free skanks.

And why did they keep singing "When you gonna take me out of this black ho"? Did they mean the one second from the left?

One year ago today:
A hit doesn't mean they like you!

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