My husband and I do a lot of online gaming. We like to pick silly or witty names for the characters: Mysthang Foshizzlyo, Freudian Slap, stuff like that. I have an Anarchy Online agent named Valerie Plame and a Guild Wars dervish named Meclazine Skelaxin. (Anyone in the medical profession will get the joke.)
One day last summer I came home in a really, really bad mood. I’d found a little yellow book in my merry volkswanderung in the big blue room. I won’t say where, and I won’t say what the title of the book is. That book had a little piece of paper stuck between some particular pages, and I really didn’t like what those particular pages had to say.