More shenanigans

Oh boy. I'm going to embarrass myself royally in Sunday's paper. I was talking to Paul, you know, the editor of the Style section, and he thought my MySpace pick-up tales were funny. So he said, "You should write something about that." So I did. I turned it in for consideration, and an hour later, he called and said, "Can we run this Sunday?"

Paul then said, "Can we run your picture?" Fortunately, I talked the designer into using a "I Don't Want to Be Your Girlfriend" photo that doesn't show my face. I keep trying to change my name in MySpace, and I still keep coming up in searches for Lisa Hix.

Speaking of the Style section, my snarkiest Clubland column ever is here. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Why is that so much fun?