Having been on deadline all week and burning the candle at both ends, I haven't had time for much else, so I’ll briefly recap Easter, which was spent with a number of good friends at Sean's Oakland home drinking wine, eating good pot-luck dishes, and sharing amusing anecdotes. The  exceedingly talented and lovable tattoo artist Jason Stein came bearing chocolate covered Matzoh, to represent for his leavening-impoverished people. Covering matzoh in chocolate seems very much like covering a tortilla or a saltine or a hamburger bun in delectable chocolate, in my opinion, but I digress. The matzoh provoked a memory from the lovely Ms. Lena Strayhorn about her freshman year in college, which exposed her to things she had never seen before (this from the woman who now precedes each sentence with "In this village in Borneo/Mongolia/Ethiopia..."). In the dorm cafeteria, she encountered her first matzohs, and shouted excitedly in front of all her new Jewish friends, "Wow! Those are some big-ass crackers! You could put a lot of cheese on those crackers! I’ve never seen such a big cracker.” “Well”, quipped Geoff, “I bet they never saw such a big cracker either." I love my friends. They always know just what to say at a dinner party.

Meanwhile, Chris Miller was attempting to figure out a way in which to copyright everything that came out of his mouth. Suma seems to think if he registers himself as an LLC, then everything he says will be intellectual property. But, we pointed out, he’d have to carry a microphone everywhere he went. This, he said, he could do. It’s an interesting question. Lawyers? The evening was rounded out with us drinking port, eating little schoolboys (no, the cookies), and sending Monk-E-Mails to each other. Who could ask for more?

Not much more to report this week. Hands down, the most disturbing (and hilarious) words said to me this week were "You know, I don't really care about guys like Ralph Macchio." Ralph Macchio???! No. You did say Ralph Macchio? This friend (and you know who you are) will never live it down. We are starting to reveal our age, lady. Ralph Macchio. Right. Scott Baio and Tommy Howell leave me cold too. I don't know why everybody thinks they're the bomb.