Who said I was friends with this guy? HA! In all honesty I am usually afraid to post here because I fear that it will take away from Mike’s original “plan” for the site. I fear that I might be a distraction from his cathartic thought process. However, I do now see your point and I hope that you will be able to live vicariously and voyeuristically through my occasional jabs (even if they are occasionally nonsensical).

I don’t know how other people feel — I gather from some comments at other places that some people feel excluded — but I like watching (listening, engaging in a voyeuristic way?) exchanges between people who are true friends outside the sphere. It lends an air of authenticity to everything.

I mean, Zeugma knocks my pens off the desk and brings me balled-up Post-It notes (”KIBBLE NOW OR THE PHILODENRON GETS IT”), but Tink seems to be developing a unified critique of the entire metaphor of literacy, not only in her weblog comments, but in the fact that she uses her teeth to shred whatever paper she can get her paws on in my office, including draft pages of articles and dissertation chapters.

I don’t know what’s up with the Rick James/Dave Chappelle thing, but it might help explain why I’ve been receiving Parliament-Funkadelic CDs in the mail each week addressed to “meow meow meow meow meow ffft meow meow meow.”

I take it that your cat either thinks she’s Rick James-Superfreak, or Dave Chappelle. The whole Rick James/bondage thing might explain the knee problem.

Too funny.

Hope all goes well with the knee.