The
wonderful Mike
Calanan -- extraordinary photographer
and ridiculously nice guy -- agreed to stand in line
and snag me a copy of the latest and highly coveted
(and SIGNED!) Dooce
publication. He also took an excellent
photo of Ms. Armstrong (or should I say "Heather"
now that I have her love to me in writing?).
I have to admit I requested the inscription, but she
actually WROTE IT. And signed it. And maybe... just
maybe she leaned on the book long enough to moosh some
microbial amount of coolness and talent into the first
page... I'd better hold it close to my body for awhile,
just to be sure. (OK, now she'll NEVER agree to meet
me for coffee.)
Thanks again, Mr. Calanan, and the next time I am in
SLC I'll buy all the beer you can quaff. And maybe even
one of those big fried onions with full-fat dipping
sauce.
And if Dooce joins us, I'll buy the bourbon and edamame,
too.

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