Not for the current piece, definitely not! (Sometimes I forget how much I love exclamation points. So deliciously extravagant.)
But if I can write memoir in the second person, I don't see why I can't do it in the third. I don't know if there's a good reason to do this, if anything I've been starting—or trying—or not even realizing I wanted—to say, would actually be improved by moving it to the third person. But it seems worth considering.
Also, since I'm stalling a bit on HT(wt)*, this is what I spend my time thinking about.
Also, I want to make a shirt with the Chinese characters for thank you BBQ pork bun. I'm not sure if I'm dedicated enough to my irony to get it tattooed, although the thought did occur to me. Given the number of tattoos that the owners think say samurai but actually say hemorrhoid, I think it would be funny to have one that is actually intended to say something nonsensical. Also, the first words I ever learned in Cantonese. (To be followed by pork dumpling, shrimp dumpling, two more kinds of thank you, and the numbers one through ten. Yeah, I suck at being Chinese.)
Y'all really gotta stop me from getting that one. Yikes.
*Heat Transfer (working title)
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