Oh, yes. I kicked his butt. Phil Donahue placed 642nd out of 698 contestants at the crossword tournament, and I was in the top 20. (Would've been top 10 if not for one mindless mistake on the easiest crossword puzzle.) Remember Phil's trademark salt-and-pepper hair? He still has all his hair, but the pepper has given way.
I had a wonderful weekend, though I'm horribly sleep-deprived after getting about four hours of sleep both Friday and Saturday night. Fortunately, I had the good sense to stay up late socializing rather than trying to go to bed at a decent hour, which surely would have meant endless tossing and turning and getting only a few hours of sleep. I spent some capital-Q Quality Time with my crossword boyfriends (outside of crosswordland, all my friends are women—my guy friends are all men I know through the crossword thang).
Oh! On Saturday, I met my editor at the St. Martin's Press table. She handed over a set of page proofs for this book. Technically, I don't know exactly what woot or w00t means, but all the same: Woot! (Is it poor form to woot yourself rather than receiving a woot from another?)
If you are word-nerdy enough to want to read more about my Adventures in Crossword Competition, feel free to visit my crossword blog.
You know how I harbor secret fantasies of becoming an infectious-diseases epidemiologist? With a lesser degree of fervor, I think the idea of being a lexicographer is incredibly cool. At the crossword tournament, I met a real-life dictionary lexicographer. You can check out Erin McKean's site, Dictionary Evangelist, for saucy lexicographic musings. Erin lives just a few miles away from me and has a son near Ben's age, and has a compelling resume.