Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls . . .

There is a BMW is our garage.

I just wrote something about this in my Facebook status and I'm watching to see how long it takes before people figure out that this is a loaner car. I took my Mini to get it serviced and they'd already taken it apart when they realized that they didn't have the right part for it. So, since it's a BMW dealership, they gave me one as a loaner. I was a total wreck driving it home. It's an automatic too, which is totally weird when you're used to driving stick.

I mean, seriously, people, did you think I was getting rid of my Mini? And, please, if we were buying a new car it'd be something sensible, like an Outback, or something. Can you really see MAH spending that kind of money on a car? I can't even get him to buy some new pants, for God's sake.

I manage to get through one back issue of Wired while I was waiting it the comfy BMW dealership (nice chairs!). The estrogen-heavy morning television programs on the big flat screen TV were pretty annoying. (Wow, is that Martha Stewart show awful!) And, yes, in an act of defiance that I will not apologize for, I drew a mustache on Sarah Palin's face on the cover of Newsweek (or Time or whatever it was).

It's a dreary afternoon here in the Boro--and I'm feeling a little discouraged about how hard it's being to round up authors for my book proposal. Perhaps someday I'll be so successful that when I get an email with an offer like that I won't bother to respond to it either . . . but you, know, I think I would probably always respond. I'm that kind of person.