no, not the deodorant. i have recently been gently reminded that my main site, dottionline.com is woefully behind the times. i know, i know i know. it's shameful. i do have good intentions for updating, i swear. especially what with all the good raunchy pics i got from squeek's bachelorette party. good times, good times.

and speaking of good times, this morning i heard the song 'old kentucky home' on npr. it took me back to our trip to japan last year, when we got to hear naoko's 100-year old uncle sing that song in english - from memory. impressive.

and speaking of going to japan! hey, chris and kelly, do you guys read this thing? see, i've tried to email you several times ... one account kept getting returned, then tank finally came up with another account that might work, but i haven't heard back from you guys there either. i'm gonna feel really bad if you found out about the baby from the website, cause i swear i tried to get in touch with you like five times! anyway, sorry sorry sorry. i'll give you guys a call this weekend sometime.

in future news, jerm and i had brunch with our supercool friend andreas last weekend and plan to do so again very soon. this affects you because next time we go, i'm taking my digital camera. a) so you can see who andre is, and b) so i can get a pic of this amazingly awful painting covering one huge wall at legend's. it's just a painting of two people, a dark-haired man and a blonde woman. but ... it is a serious source of controversy amongst all who dine there. you'll just have to wait awhile, i guess!

what else, what else. the baby is doing just fine. getting larger every day at an alarming rate. i am learning that there is nothing more tiring than listening to advice, even well-intentioned advice, from every stinking person in the world who knows you're pregnant. "well, you really need to do this," and "oh you must be sure and eat plenty of that." look people, can i help it if the baby wants krispy kremes? no, no i can't. i just obey the belly. that's all i can do. BACK OFF! oh sorry, pregnancy hormones there. (see, it's the perfect scapegoat for many bad behaviors.)

alright, alright. the only other interesting thing i can think of is that my sister found her old starsky and hutch poster. she hung it in the garage opposite her husband's old farrah fawcett poster. she described this particular farrah pose as, 'you know, the one with the enormous nipples?' yeah, you know.