Thank you, Maya, for your quick response & greeting! I already feel welcome. Assuming that's your picture, you are LOVELY, to boot, and I can imagine being wholly inappropriate with you!
Do I like baseball? Not in the least... this was the automatic name assigned me by Mr. Kimmel's new internet provider.
I lie. Like a rug.
Yes-- I LOVE baseball... mostly as it is played by those dressed in a "Dodgers" costume. I also like football, when performed by the jugadores de los Steelers Y Trojans del Southern California (Did I completely muck-up my spanglish?? Apologies).
BTW: Did I mention that I've been dining with Mr. Kimmel nearly every lunch hour for the past three weeks?? I honestly belive I could do a "mini unseemly journal" entry every day with my observations from those precious few minutes we share together...
A sample: Mostly I am coerced into a sort of servant boy role... whereas I am the one to phone-in the order, and then made to carry the "yummilicious" (BK's term) foodstuffs from the madding crowd far below and into the confines of the edit bay ("Where magic is made," again, BK's terminology) high atop the skyskraper where we toil for the benefit of those who purchase basic cable fare for their tellys. If allowed, I am sometimes invited to 'sup in' with BK and his harried editor.
Today's lunchtime revelation: our phone order wasn't processed properly, and Bruce was forced to eat his chicken salad sandwich without pickle chips properly inserted between said salad and the bread roll. Instead, a whole pickle spear was lying -- like a dead mackerel -- along the inside edge of the bread roll and chicken salad mix. In a moment of devine inspiration, Senor Kimmel made lemmons from lemonade, bit the bullet, and devoured the spear right along with the rest of the roll's contents... thereby FOOLING his tastebuds into believing they were eating simply (merely??) a girthier pickle chip. The new combination was decreed a winner, and the proclamation uttered, "I'll never have a sandwich any other way!"
