I bought the book, and read the book, sticking in notes about "you met her in RI" "this is the Krav person. No, I do not know her last name" "I was at that!" The book is going to my mother as a birthday gift. She already read the Haunted Ballad books, so we've got a history of stuff written by my invisible friends.
My little contribution to the legitimizing of fandom.
Good book, too.
My mother is stoked that we are in it, and she covets ita's martial arts background.
Oh yes. "Random Acts of Paypal" made me tear up, and books very rarely manage that. It's now finished and resting in my bookcase between Douglas Adams and Suzette Hayden Elgin.
Why are we eating Cheetos with chopsticks?
Because your fingers won't get all orangified!
Also, why are we eating Cheetos?
This is harder to explain. I wanted orange food?
I am my own three stooges act.
Is the paint cleaned up now? Are you okay? Did you catch this on film?
(Yes, I know, people want to bubblewrap me.)
It's a good book. Excellent stories, well told. It will go on my bookcase next to
Fallen Angels
(Niven, Pournelle, & Flynn), and
Bimbos of the Death Sun
(McCrumb).
I know I should Google and find out what a Cheeto is, but my stomach has been very resentful of any food fed it today, so I'm gonna just pretend I know.
I wonder if they're like Cheese Trix. And look! Thought too much about food.
Ow.
Do not Google snacks on a resentful tummy. Cheeto Googling should only be done with a tummy of iron.
It's better to not think of Cheetos as food at all. They're carriers of a neon orange substance that is not actually related to cheese.
Cheetos are an article of faith, one of the mysteries of the universe. One can only understand them by contemplating them, one at a time.