My old boss was the spawn of Satan.

I think a lot of CEOs are like that, but this guy had no morals at all. He started out as a kind of a dot-commer and ended up as a right-wing junk mailer. He had no focus and kept changing the company direction at a whim. Imagine my surprise when I got this weird “Please update your contact information on plaxo.com for <spawn of Satan>.” I guess he sent it out to everyone who he’d ever emailed, including my old co-worker’s mom. Weird.

Hey, so I got another weird author interaction. I got email from Jason Headley about his book Small Town Odds. So far I’ve only read a half-dozen pages and it looks pretty good. I suppose this is like speed dating and if anyone can talk to me for five minutes, a writer can keep my interest for 20 pages or so. We’ll see how it goes.

It’s tomorrow already.

And the only big thing I can mention is what I had for lunch: 2 hot dogs for $2 from a cart downtown. I think I’m paying for it now.

So, the woman who scares me because she looks like a monstrously buff verision of my ex drives a car that is also like my ex. (Ex girlfriend, not real ex.)

Speaking of which I think I have to go see xXx some day.