  So why is the giraffe green? I guess it's time to tell the story behind the namesake for this blog, for whoever wants to know in the future. Last summer I went to visit my friend at UCLA. We were at a Longs Drug and I spotted this stuffed animal smiling from a shelf. "Oh Jenny, look look, it's a green giraffe! " I shouted excitedly "Yeah, it's really cute. Are you going to get it? " I did, and clutched it happily as we proceeded to the checkout. By the time we reached the counter, Jenny was suddenly able to put into words what had been troubling her for a few long minutes.
"Wait Minnie, that's not a giraffe. " "What? " I was incredulous. "It's a dinosaur" "What?! " I suddenly recognized it for what it was but stubbornly denied it. "Minnie, I saw the real giraffe over there ..." [pointing to an aisle we just passed] "Well, this one's green so it's different! " That same night, Sandra and Lisa drove down from Berkeley and confirmed that it was not a giraffe.
I'll never admit that to you, though. "I would like the-rapists for 200 please" Yesterday afternoon Jessica and I sneaked into her overbearing, very Christian, yuppie brother's new Silicon Valley bachelor pad. We had a good time laughing at his four closetfuls of fancy suits and color-coded shirt racks (I guess it's only funny if you knew that they were strictly reserved for Sunday wear). I also marvelled at his stack of bibles. Me: Wow, he really studies it Jess: So, do you want to marry him? Me: Um ... out of love for you, Jess. Here are the minimal requirements to be considered for Mrs. J. Tang -- trendy, traditional, submissive, good cook, and a popular church member. So now I know why he's single, but why am I? ;) I was commenting to Jessica about how someday, I want to get it on the record that I have ADD, SAD, and Narcolepsy. Jess: No problem. When I get my license to practice, I'll give you whatever diagnoses you want. Me: Wow Jess, I don't now how to repay you! I suppose I could hook you up with prescription drugs.
Jess: Okay! Nerd at heart Dick has been savoring the thought of being on top of the (academic) world and graduating with a handful of attractive job offers to "settle" for. Me: No wait, you still have to get the Nobel Prize and Dick's Law of ... I forgot, what was it? Dick: Co's Law Me: Co's Law? Sounds like a salad. Dick: He he he. That's exactly my point. Me: Ha ha ha. [Pause] We're such nerds. 
