I've just been informed by the hyper intelligent Slave Labor editrix that when her pal and marketing maven Deb Moskyok called me "natty," it was not "gnatty" and did not carry the connotation of having clothes that had been picked apart by bugs, as I had envisioned; rather, it has many old school meanings, all of which are highly positive. Such as, "Of a person: exhibiting or characterized by dainty tidiness, taste, or skill, esp. smartly and fashionably dressed. Also occas. of a person's actions or behaviour. In early use perh. with a sense of crafty, cunning."
My apologies. All I can offer is that I am a bear of very little brain, and my head is rarely out of the honey pot.
Of course, that still doesn't excuse Joe Nakamura for refusing to sit on my lap. But, oh well...
Current Soundtrack: INXS still (it's got two discs!)
Current Mood: many apologies...no, really