It's your boyfriend.

My blog in its logical transition of becoming a full blown R. Kelly fan site... Check out the lyrics that Jesse Thorn, America’s Radio Sweetheart, posted today of the ballad "Sex Planet." A sample:

Girl I promise this will be painless, painless
We'll take a trip to Planet Uranus, anus

Stick a flaaaag on the moon
First couple to ever make love on Planet Neptuuuuuuuuuuune

And if time allow us, we'll be gone for hours
I won't stop until I give you meteor showers

That man could sing a phonebook.

Seattle Architecture.

Slate did a great photo essay this week on Seattle Architecture.

Sooo Seinfeldy.

Last week at work I arrived one morning to find a mysterious note on my keyboard that said:

Lindsey,

Sorry about the hat.

Thanks,

(Illegible)

I asked a few people throughout the day if they knew what it meant but no one had any idea. I kept trying to remember any hat pictures I had cataloged in the last few weeks that the note might have been in reference to. In the afternoon I asked my boss and someone around her said "Oh yeah, that's my friend, he left that because he saw you in the hallway and thought that you smiled at him but then looked at his hat and stopped smiling. He thought you hated his hat!"

It kind of weirded me out. I think it played in to an already existing fear that I'm doing something offensive but no one's telling me. I thought, "Does everyone that I smile at who's not wearing a hat think hate their face? "

I was unsure how to handle the note but my coworker assured me that the guy just has a weird sense of humor so I emailed him back with the following response:

Thanks for the personalized note but no apologies are necessary. As a bald man often times hats are a necessity for me. My head gets cold in the winter and the summertime sun makes me susceptible to getting sun burnt on my head, which really hurts. I have a hat for any harsh weather condition that the seasons may put on my path. It’s rare to meet another hat enthusiast, maybe a lunchtime trip to the local haberdashery might be in order.

Thanks again,

Lindsey

It's been about a week but I never received back a response. Any help would be appreciated on the following questions:

Was that an appropriate response? Have any of you ever sensed any hated towards your face or hat when I've smiled at you in the past? When I inevitably have to see this guy at work again, what should I do?

I ♥ Jen Kirkman.

I love Jen Kirkman's stream of consciousness comedy. I like that it's as absurd and non-sequitury as something that might pop into my head when out drinking with my friends or writing on here but it's in front of people, on a stage.