Get your feet wet

Now with double the content overlap!

In keeping with our total inability to share anything — apart from genetic credit for Eliot’s amazing eyelashes and succulent mouth, and only one of us (me) deserves it (me) — Michael and I generally need two of everything: two Apple laptops, two satellite-radio systems, two TiVos, two digital cameras, two stupidly complicated PDA mobiles….

Chicks, man

I’ve always been a guy’s girl. Not the alphabet-belching, screaming-at-televised-quarterbacks, Dutch-oven-ing kind; I love looking and feeling feminine, and my periodic “high-volume coaching” of televised boxers and childish inability to walk away from an arm-wrestling challenge remain purely coincidental. By guy’s girl, I mean the girl whose social circle heavily skews toward the peen. With…