I'm going to the archives for this, because it never fit anywhere on my site, yet is too awesome to languish unseen.

Back a few years ago, when I was an even lowlier minion than I am now, a man wrote me an email asking for the pub date of a book; being a good minion, I told him. He then cc'd me on every email he sent to anyone else about the book--because I must know that my word was going out! I must not lie about pub dates! Because I have nothing better to do!

In any event, he had some address book difficulties, and would often send me or cc me on emails meant for others; the first email below is a good example. Then, one day . . one magic, shining day when I came back from the Christmas holiday break to my cube, I found the third email below waiting for me. And such was its awesome power that I actually yelped, clapped one hand over my mouth, waved the other one at my cube neighbor so he'd come look, and jumped a foot in the air while sitting--all at once.

I don't dare paste in the text. I don't like the google keywords for which this page would suddenly be a result. Just read below!

If you're like me and want this on your office wall at all times, click on the image for a larger, more printable version.

A man admitted to the White House press corps was not only

a. not really part of the press
b. not using his real name
c. possibly an actual prostitute,

but

d. it's not all over the news.

This guy says it best.

I thought the Plame affair was the ultimate If Clinton Had Pulled Anything LIKE This . . . sort of scandal. What with, you know, it meeting general if possibly not legal standards for treason. But there's nothing quite like the whiff of gaiety to make a story really rev on cable news, and if that gaiety is actually illegal, well, so much the better. I think the prostitute thing is a lot more important than the gay thing, but mostly, I just can't believe how much this is being let alone. One would think that good journalists would be offended on a professional level by something like this, and bad ones would at least work the scandal angle. The NY Post would have sacrificed a thousand puppies for this kind of headline fodder in the Clinton years. I mean, MANWHORE PRESS CORPS kinda has a ring to it, no?

But anything goes if you're on Team Bush.

The next person who uses the phrase "liberal media" and means it should be kneecapped.

When I say I want to file my strike plate, I mean it.

Despite the considerable handicap of being female, I am not a moron. (I could even be described as somewhat handy, as those who have availed themselves of my well-maintained toilet could attest.) I do not need you to try to talk me into a $50, all-afternoon solution to a $6, one-hour problem.

You make me want to light things on fire.

The Gates were every bit as cool as they were intended and reputed to be. And since we went into the park up in Harlem, the crowd was merely bustling rather than insane.

I got a swatch, so I think I may now consider myself the object of near-universal envy.

Photos here.