The class was actually pretty good tonight! The French guy didn’t show and the crying chick didn’t cry. On top of which we actually learned some pretty interesting stuff.

The psychotherapist who heads the “class” went into the results of some psychological studies done on how boys and girls are socialized. Just little things, for example the way the average parent talks to infant boys vs. infant girls. They’ll talk to baby boys in a louder voice but with girls it’s a lot of cooing.

The list went on and on. Girls develop the left half of their brain faster during childhood. Boys, the right half. I guess by the time you get around to the whole Having a Penis vs. Having a Vagina aspect of things, it’s no wonder why guys like tools, women like secrets, guys like changing spark plugs and women like changing men.

So the new freelance gig is pretty good, thanks for asking. I work in the middle of a huuuuuge loft studio with big-ass windows and good light and the designers are actually talented. Best of all no one fucks with me and I don’t have to make any chit-chat. Just me and the G4 and headphones and I crank out the product. That’s how I like it.

When they asked me what my rate was I gave them a slightly inflated figure and they said Yes right away. I was like Dammit! Shoulda asked for more. But I oughtn’t be such a greedy little piglet, I should just be thankful for the gig in the first place. ‘Cause right now the market’s about as hot as an eskimo’s nut sack.

Would you date an eskimo? I totally would.

I just got off the phone with this girl in Madison, Wisconsin. She’s laying out plans for University of Wisconsin-Madison’s APA Heritage Month so we’re in light talks about me maybe going up there come March.

I have to come up with ideas for a workshop. I don’t have any yet. I am too busy to think. Drop me a line if you’ve ever been in a good/interesting/inspiring workshop. I hate that word, workshop. Hate the word “lecture” too but I don’t know what else to call it.