i need to cultivate the fine art of pokerfacedness. i am so bad at hiding exactly what i am thinking. witness:
me sitting at my desk grinning gleefully over some bit of funniness i just typed out to wondergeekjohn via IM.
“what devious plot are you unhatching now,” julie said as she walked by.
“nothing,” i proclaimed.
“oh you’re up to no good, i can see it on your face,” she said.
“i need a poker face!”
then wondergeekjohn swooped in with some lame poker story to distract her and it worked.