Monday night round-up:
- I finished my 17 year-old son’s birthday cake while he was at school (and then lied and said the dogs got to it). Undeservedly, I also had a lovely Mothers’ Day, thank you.
- A nice Harvard computer guy came to fix my printer which, as I explained to him, “just hasn’t been working right for the longest time” etc. etc.. Diagnosis? hair scrunchie entrapment.
- I have a new piece coming out at TIME.com. My editor gave me free rein to expand on my Johnny Depp issues, which I found required a lot more elaboration. For real! This is so fun. Just when it’s getting too, too awful to write about preventable gun deaths and all those American kids with untreated dental “caries” — sorry, is anyone else annoyed by “dental caries?” Why can’t dentists say ‘cavities,’ for crying out loud? And why do doctors have to call themselves ‘physicians?’) … Anyway, it’s nice to have some editorial flexibility for those days when I’m sick of scanning the Centers for Disease Control Morbidity and Mortality Weekly Report for nuggets of despair and find myself typing “worst dressed celebrities” in my search engine instead.
- On the other hand, my friend, Gary, wants me to get more serious and write about “evil hypotheses” that no one else is willing to write about. He hasn’t read my hate mail. Some people think I’m plenty evil enough.