About once a week, I get an email in some conversation or other that asks, “Hey, what’s your [number | mailing address]?” What always kills me is that, oh, it’s just in every single personal email that I ever send to you.” Yes, I’m one of those people that’s dumb enough to give my personal particulars out to everyone. [Stalkers and mischievous folks note: I'm better armed than you are.]

On other fronts, I keep meaning to post, and Life keeps intervening. Perhaps tonight, although I will be meeting up with my people tonight, so who knows? Tonight’s movie is The 40 Year Old Virgin, which Stephen introduced thusly:

Tonight at 7:30, come see Steve Carell not be embarassed in any shape or form, as I am certain that The 40 Year Old Virgin will be respectful of those who choose to save themselves for death or something.

I asked him if he was referring to me with that crack. He said that he was joking, but … I’m just not sure. [I still love you, Dr. Evil.]