A wee gmail chat between myself and Jef V. Johnson:
Me: Brace yourself, for Marshall Miller has moved to Baltimore.
Jef: You've got to be fucking kidding me.
And though I've heard the town is miserable to drive in, I'm going to have to make my way up there, seeing how I'll have three stops to make.
Rolling the dice to see if I'm getting drunk, in a completely unrelated boondoggle (or would be boondoggle were it actually my doing), I received an email from Battle.net/Blizzard Entertainment claiming that my email address was used to sign up for what must've been a World of Warcraft account. Though it's possible, it bein' gmail and all, that somebody of the same name (and far more spare time) possessing the same email address, has signed on for it, I can't help but wonder if there's somebody familiar behind this.
There was a free-trial upgrade to the new Geekier and More Life-Consuming version in the mail last week, so...
In the corner of my ear, I just heard Felicity Huffman spout the phrase "he's wearing tiny acetate man-panties", and away I go.