Call me sensitive...

...but I still get the slightest bit salty when people misspell or mispronounce my name. Third graders that can't remember what 2 x 2 is, manage to not only spell it right, but say it right. I've said it before, I guess I have to say it again...just because you're educated, doesn't mean you have common sense. I get anything from Diana to Danya to Dane to even Danny...I don't know what's worse, the glance and stumble move, the mispronunction (sounds better than mispronunciation), or the look up and ask "how do you pronounce that" (as if it's some ebonical twist on a normally common name) I mean personally I think good ol' Mom made it easier for you stoopid people to pronounce it. Fifty percent of it is said everyDAY. See how easy that was...

In unimportant but annoying news, I have a mosquito bite on the bottom of my foot, among other places, i.e. my index finger! Every time I walk it itches more.

In school news...I've designed, created, authored so many books in the past couple of days I've managed to make Eric Jerome Dickey jealous. He's releasing a new book about finding Neville Brody's Miami while looking down (the common story line of the sex-crazed insecure woman that falls for the charming, oh so handsome, DOG has been edited out). The length has been upped recently from 16 pages to 160 pages thanks people that like to say "Hey, Jose is making us do a 16 page book too". What a coincidence!

*In reference to the "My stalker responds..." post...I do not support any low blows to the Spelhouse dynasty. And as a less important side note I would like to state that I do not think that Alex is Michael Eric Dyson's bitch, even though some comments seem to suggest otherwise. Settin' the record straight.*

Kettle One and Hypnotic Martini anyone?