A couple weeks ago, I had a conversation with a co-worker that went something like this:

"I can't believe she's dead!"
"Who's dead?"
"Anna Nicole Smith died!"
"Who's Anna Nicole Smith?"
"What world do you live in?"

I get that kind of question a lot:

"You haven't seen the latest episode of J-Random-Reality-Show? Do you live under a rock?"

"You read fantasy? *sniff* I prefer the real world to that stuff."

The real world...

You all know what I spent last weekend doing...and what I spend my Monday nights doing...and how I spend my Wednesday afternoons...and what I spend May doing...and what I do all spring and summer to get ready for one weekend in September...

You know what world I live in? One where people do instead of watch. A world where people dance and sing and learn and perform and build and create. That sounds pretty real to me.

(I looked up Anna Nicole Smith, btw...as far as I can tell, she's a model who married an old man. Which makes her important, in this other world. Clearly, I'm missing something.)