Thank goodness my parents don’t have a convenience store.

Actually, I don’t understand the episode of, “Without a Trace,” where the Korean daughter tries to get away from tradition and leaves while the son stays and gets so mad that he ends up killing her. For one thing, I know first-born Asian sons and sticking with the family is our lot in life. Second, I don’t know who’d be stupid enough to hit a Korean woman with a stick. You’d have to use a pipe or something. What if you just pissed her off? (I’m being silly here and shouldn’t make light of violence, but I have very good friends who are Korean and we all agree that Korean women frighten us.)

So, I had lamb and couscous at lunch today and it made my stomach hurt. I even bailed on the monthly ham radio meeting and took it easy instead. I mean, that’s probably the excitement of my week — or maybe my month — and I bailed. Heh.

OK, what’s the point of this?

I just got a web message on myspace.com from someone who said she was using her friend’s account. Well, the email address “she” gave me was invalid (I didn’t send her an email but I did check to see if the user existed on yahoo.) So what’s the point? Don’t women usually wait to be asked for their phone number or email address before they offer up fake contact information? Or am I getting so pathetic that they’re even giving up on trying to scam me out of money and they’re just sending me fake messages to taunt me?