Jaw, Meet Floor
So once again I hear the beat of the humdrum and I'm at my desk about to start another working week. I arrived early and checked my email, and found a very nice one from Michael Craig, who's book The Professor, The Banker, and The Suicide King
should be in your greedy little hands by now. I also had an email from Al
, which was ominous. If he's going to be in Pittsburgh I'm gonna have to go into the Liver Protection Program...
No. He sends me a screen print. Of Isabelle Mercier's
new site. Which I couldn't see last night on my antiquated computer because it's rather flash and stylish. But which I can see now. You can tell from my choppy sentences I'm still in a minor state of shock.
The page Al sent me is from the Press Releases portion of the site, under Online Reviews. And there's a link for Mean Gene, Poker Blogger
You can understand why my eyebrows rose until they were tickling the nape of my neck, yes? I'm flattered, and a bit relieved that when I described her as displaying a "Gallic sneer of arrogance" she took it as the compliment it was.
I'm tempted to send her an email in my 8th-grade French, as that at least would explain what would certainly be a lack of suavity and calm-cool-and-collectedness. Je pense que vous êtes vraiment gentil
might be better than I could manage in English.
Hmm, I guess I should reciprocate and put her link on my page. Yeah, think I'll do that. Seems like there are lots of pictures on her site, so you know what I'll be doing for the next few hours. Sighing, lots and lots of sighing.