Dude -

I was sitting around my groovin' Bach Pad today and there was something bugging me, a little teensy voice that kept elbowing my brain and saying "Something is missing." Hmm, I thought, what could that be? Peggy. Check. Pants. Check. New Vanity Fair. Check.

No, Scott, I realized I'd never heard anything back from you about my last Open Letter. You don't call, you don't write, you don't nuthin'. As if I were just Blogging in the wind. All we are is Blog in the wind...

But I digress (as I'm wont to do). I never heard from you and frankly, now I'm a little worried. "Why?", you may ask, "Why, Hugh? You don't even know me." But oh, I do in a I've-never-actually-Met-you kinda way. For example, today you poured out your heart to us, to me, revealing your complicated relationship to "Rich's" Asia Business Intelligence Blog, insisting in your Managing Editor Voice that it's "going strong, with lots of commentary and news on China in particular. Today's post: accounting reform -- coming to China?" Hold on, I'm a little misty.

Meanwhile, back here on Planet Earth, The Reverse Cowgirl announces she's talking with TV People to do a show based on her blog. Her Salon Blog Scotty. You might have not even read that post, there weren't alot of Naked Photos or referrals to Anal Sex but it's there. Honest.

If she does get a show, chances are there's gonna be ALOT of people looking for it, right here in our own little corner of Hell called Salon Blogs. She might even have opportunity to mention Salon and if she did, guess what? It would be the end of your life as you know it. Forever and ever, when people ask where you work and you respond Salon, they're going to say "Oh yeah! The Reverse Cowgirl!" Forever, Scott. Two words: Danny Bonaduce. Need I say more?

I'm not sweating though. I know with fascinating observations about Accounting in China those readers will continue to stream in. New Demographic: Chinese CPAs. I know you're thinking Global here buddy and I'm praying you're right. I've thought about incorporating some Chinese Letters into my title graphic, just like the Raven has. (Or Japanese, I haven't decided yet). I get you though buddy and I'll be there, marching happily behind all the other lemmings who walk in your footsteps.

Still Keeping It Real While Waiting For Signs of Life - Hugh

P.S. My bad. You were right about the "African-Americans Control Rap" thing. Chinese CPA's eat that stuff up.

7:04:50 PM    sro home /

4:34:56 PM    sro home /

After having written my comments about Salon:The Webzine yesterday ("For a forum published in the Immediate Arena of the Internet, they strangely always seem one step behind.") , the Top Story today was "Eminem is the man of the hour but rap is still an African-American business".

No shit? You think? I could've sworn I'd heard some Japanese, oops Asian-Americans, talking "bling-bling".

3:01:56 PM    sro home /

Hey Baby Jackson.

Hey Hugh.

Whatcha doing?

Hanging out.

Very funny.

I'm a baby. Cut me some slack.

That looked pretty scary.

What did?

You hanging over the balcony.

Try looking at His face everyday. I'll show you scary.

I can imagine.

Enough to make me puke after I eat.

Babies do that alot.

I guess.

What was with the white thing over your head?

Search me. I thought I was getting a pony. Everyone was all like "come here" and they put this thing on my head and next thing you know my little feet were in the air.

Bummer.

No shit.

Why do you think He did that?

You're asking me? BABY. Hello! I don't know why the fuck he does anything.

Maybe he was hiding your face so people wouldn't figure out who your Mom is.

Maybe. I'm not even sure who she is. I think she's named Bubbles.

Uh, that's His pet monkey.

Monkey?

Yeah. Brown, furry, eats bananas.

No kiddin'?

Yup.

Well I'll be damned. Mon-key.

Yup.

One of us has got to go.

Tough call there Baby Jackson.

Prince.

Oh, right. Prince.

I'm named after a singer.

Uh, I don't think so.

Tonight we're gonna party like it's nineteen ninety-nine...

I wouldn't do that at home.

It's the only song I know.

Well, you're just a baby.

True, true. Listen, I just took a shit in my diaper, I better go.

Ok, uh, Prince. See you in therapy.

Funny.

Bye.

Ga ga.

11:41:47 AM    sro home /

12:09:34 AM    sro home /