This is Where Just a Touch of OCD Is a Total Bitch
May 10, 2008 9:59 am PoetryTwo attempts to reach Jeannine Hall Gailey through her web site have failed. I can leave her a comment on a blog post, but the anal-retentive part of me hates it when the comment isn’t directly relevant to the entry it comments on. Is that entirely batshit crazy? But yeah, I can’t bring myself to use that forum for a personal message, or even a general, “Hey, please contact me, even though you don’t know me.” Is writing this entry in my own blog, which of course carries the implicit message that if you know Jeannine you should e-mail me her e-mail address or direct her here that she may contact me directly, even more batshit crazy?
Other mild compulsions which I would like to overcome but cannot: I have to fold potato chip bags into a neat rectangle before I can throw them away. If I’m at the top of the stairs and the cat is at the top of the stairs, I have to make him go down first. I cannot write in books.

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May 10th, 2008 at 3:45 pm
Hi Ross, Let me tell you a secret (that almost everyone knows): We are all weird. BTW, I sent you an e-mail at Bull City Press. Really.
May 12th, 2008 at 12:45 pm
This is where those of us with more than a touch of OCD laugh maniacally, because - from this point of view - you’re simply exercising a modicum of decorum.
May 13th, 2008 at 9:09 am
My contact form works again! Thanks for the heads-up!
May 13th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
Contact established!