I mentioned that I'd seen Kenna open for Dave Gahan the Sunday before last — their "New Sacred Cow" is now my new favorite CD. Buy it. Buy it now. It really is that good.

This is what my 34-year-old Dear Husband is doing today: Taking the day off work to go to the Warped Tour. Old punks never die, they just get graduate degrees and wear their combat boots under their dress pants ...

So yesterday I went down to the cafeteria in our office building in search of a chocolate chip cookie. Amongst their varied bakery offerings I discovered they had an Oreo crunch cookie, so named because it had pieces of Oreo in it. It was a cookie that contained other cookies. A meta cookie.

Matt Groening is my chum.

Fantastic show Sunday night at the 930 Club: Kenna and Dave Gahan.

In today's Post: author and fellow Daily Press refugee Glenn Gaslin's new book is reviewed.

Ooh — the biggest news of last week: we're going to Cancun in August. Seven days at my boss's time-share at the Mayan Palace. USAirways tickets have been purchased, condo is booked. Now the Destroyer of Evil, aka the Punk Rock Doc, just has to get himself a passport. I am trying extremely hard not to worry about this last part, despite a past track record of serious procrastination, since there are $1,000 worth of airline tickets on the line. I am hoping that his desire not to lose money will win out over his last-minute nature. Plus if he screws this trip up, I will hurt him and travel alone.

Sprite Remix tastes like carbonated liquid Skittles.

I am *so* going to watch Queer Eye for the Straight Guy tonight.

In other culture news, spent a fab Friday evening with four fab girls (Alycia, Janire, Laura, Lisa) dining at Matchbox DC, followed by a theater experience that can only be described as unique: Tiny Ninja Theater presents "Macbeth." It was both high camp and high art.

And my sister turned 30 yesterday. Happy birthday, Wendy Jo.

So I got this email reply from a client in response to a question I had sent. It had been forwarded through several people first, all male. It was a technical question to technical people seeking a technical answer. And early on in the chain, my message was prefaced by one sender by asking the recipient if he could help "this girl Heidi." Not "this woman" or "this person" or "Heidi." Now, I'm not usually a super sensitive warrior woman, but if I were male, there's no way the e-mailer would have referred to me as "this boy." *Maybe* I would have been "this guy," but most likely he would have referred to me by name. It doesn't seem like too much to ask.

The cost to build the $6 Million Man in today's dollars: $26,484,000. The number of $6 Million Men Bill Gates could purchase to assemble his own personal Army of Doom: 1,183.