I hope you enjoy my new novel, a page-turning thriller about a yoga instructor/life coach who balances all the duties of being a Mom -- including coaching her son's competetive rock-climbing squad -- with her abiding interest in forensic pathology. When the members of her knitting chatroom begin to recieve threatening messages, she finds herself thrown into a world of high-stakes counterterrorism Ops. Will her Ivy League training in cultural anthropology enable her to see the pattern that baffles the Secret Service?
I hope you enjoy my new movie. Suppose everything you thought you knew about your physical therapist was a lie? Suppose that every time you synced your variety of personal electronic devices, something else was syncing inside of you? Suppose the people you had invited over to watch "All-Star Survivor" with you were doing so without any irony at all? Now, one man must make a harrowing choice: between a life of windsurfing metrosexual event-dining and the world of high-stakes counterterrorism Ops.
I hope you enjoy my new television series. It's about C-list celebrities, filmed as they ride around in their all-terrain vehicles, drinking bubble tea and sending each other text messages.
Posted by BT at January 20, 2004 04:32 PMYou jest, but I'd probably watch that second one. I've always suspected that physical therapists were hiding something and that my caller-ID box was intercepting my brain waves.
But bubble tea is A-OK and must not be maligned.
Posted by: terry on January 20, 2004 07:04 PMI'm glad you're my friend.
Can we watch Survivor now?