who, meme?
[Please just pretend that you are now reading the obligatory statement about how I never do these things because they're pointless and self-centered, but this one seemed fun, and what's the harm since I never manage to write anything here anymore except paeans to my anthropomorphized clothing. Thanks! -- Ed.]

Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says.
"Slowly the sand grew more luminous, and along the edges." The sand grew more luminous? Why do I keep getting Umberto Eco books even though I know I don't like them? But it has such a good title...

Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
A blue curtain. If I reached past that, I'd be touching outside.

What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Ten minutes of "Drumline" while I was eating dinner before yoga.

With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Sarah Harmer singing and street noise, as usual. There's also the most amazingly wonderful smell coming in from the window -- I don't know if it's a certain kind of flower or tree or just your basic spring or what, but it's amazing. It's the smell that every scented candle and jar of potpourri aspires to be.

When did you last step outside?
Ten minutes ago. This is starting to feel stupid.

Seen anything weird lately?
Now I'm editing it by skipping half the questions and it still feels stupid. Um, let's see. I hung a "Sharpton 2004" poster over my desk at work today -- does that count?

What is the last movie you saw?
I watched the whole first season of "Sports Night," if that counts as a movie. Liked it a lot. I think the last actual, full movie was "Spellbound" and I liked that, too.

If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?
Aside from peace, joy and eternal harmony for all god's creatures, and we're talking for me and me alone, I'd say a hybrid car. Or else a house on a lake somewhere in New England. Or Vancouver. Or a dog. Or I guess all of those, which are sort of pedestrian, huh... a literary agent for my book, that's the ticket. No, wait -- my own publishing house, so I wouldn't need an agent. And I'd buy a million people to read it and then I'd pay them to like it.

Do you like to dance?
Indeed.

George Bush.
No comment. Ha.