I passed a strip joint this morning with a sign that read, �See the beauty, touch the magic.� It strikes me that guys who�ve been watching naked women grind for a few hours are going to want to touch a lot more than the magic.

One of the jguru.com guys just launched a new blog-like tool called Peerscope. It�s a lot like Backflip, but cleaner and more group oriented. You pull a button onto your browser toolbar and you can post right from the site you want to link. Neat.

For the past several months, I�ve been ending telephone conversations with �bye-ya.� I know it’s hideous; I�m powerless to stop. It makes me sound like the woman who waits outside before the craft store opens, the woman who relates interesting stories she heard on �Oprah�, the woman who knows how to bake an excellent bundt cake.

The thing is, I am that woman. I�m going to get married, have a few kids, find a cat, bake a few too many tasty cakes, and die fat. And it all starts with �bye-ya,� folks.

Time to start writing that book.

E: Have you seen Igby Goes Down?

Me: Yeah! I loved that movie.

E: Really? It wasn�t at all what I expected. It was such a downer.

Me: Even with the dancer girl in the super-short skirt?

E: Amanda Peet? Yeah. That was good. Still it was like a 180 degree difference from what I expected.

Me: Yeah. Schindler�s List was like that for me.

E: Really?

Me: No.

Ohhh. Pretty.