Well if you've seen-or rather, heard-the webcam video from
the night of my slumber party with Diane, you know that I'm no rockstar, and
she's no retired lifeguard. Despite that, it does seem that CERTAIN PEOPLE are
e-mailing this thing around like it's some kind of a scandal. You know what?
I'm all for it, but I ask that you join the i'm Initiative first though-at
least that way important causes will benefit from your overactive, and somewhat
deviant, sense of imagination.
And I'd also like to address a couple of the 50-odd
questions I've received about the microwave oven in my bedroom.
To Lionel in Santa Fe. It's not as strange as you think. A microwave
is like a clock radio that also plays CDs, except instead of playing CDs it
cooks stuff. Hello, best clock ever.
To Phyllis in Oakland. I totally
agree with you. A microwave oven is really just a popcorn maker that tells time.
To Mark in San Francisco. No I
never considered that. And shame on you. Do you kiss your wife with that mouth?
Keep those IMs and e-mails flowing, every one counts.
PW