A reader suggested that a friend of hers who lives here in NYC come meet me. The friend was, and I quote, "amused at the suggestion." This is the news of the day. At least, the bit I can report. My suggestion is that your friend take you up on your idea and report back to the blogosphere at large whether my reputation for being a stuck-up conceited jerk is deserved, or if Bertie and company have any taste in friends. It could be we're all loons, or it could be that I get constantly misjudged because, as one reader put it in an email, I've got "high self-esteem" which is "strangely alien yet fascinating"

I don't bite in a way that people complain about. Except that one time with Caraisco, but she forgave me. I think she forgave me. Anyone else remember if she forgave me?