My aunt went to see Joe Cocker in concert years ago, and during the performance, he leaned over, sold a Buick*, and kept right on keeping on. I often think of blogs that way. Just moments ago, you had sung a soulful and stirring rendition of “Feelin’ Alright”, when suddenly, and without warning, you find yourself spraying the remnants of a ham sandwich and the better part of a fifth of Jim Beam all over your piano.

Hi. I’m Becky. If you look to your left, you’ll see a link there that says, “About Becky Mesh”. That’s me. Click and read up if you like. If not, if you prefer to allow things to unfold without reading the jacket of my virtual book, then I think we’ll become fast friends. I am completely anti reading of the book jacket. Or book back cover for that matter. Speaking of backs, that’s a photo of me at the top of the page. Answering the calls of those in need. Are you one of those people? Are you in need? I’m not going to give you any money or anything. I’m not talking about that kind of need, of course. The need I speak of is for that of an opinion (note: not specifically INFORMED). If you have that kind of need, then send a question for me upon which to opine. That’s what I like.

I especially like questions about:

- arcane sexual practices
- foot problems
- the over vs. under toilet paper debate
- things I can make fun of
- sex in general
- this list is all very corporeal, isn’t it?
- also: feelings, emotions, culture, etc.

Do write, will you? I’d appreciate it LIKE THIS. Just clicky the “got a question for Becky?” linky, and you’re all set.

Besos,
Becky

PS - Consider yourselves lucky: I do not drink Jim Beam or eat ham sandwiches.

* barfed