Dear Y's parents

OK, you've been out-ed. We know you're checking our blog. In fact, we're so sure that you're checking it, we are going to use this blog to send you a very important message:

WE'RE ENGAGED!!!!

OK I think that's all for now.

(What? Don't you think that's enough?)

To our fan club)

Hi Fanclub! Many thanks for your fun and exciting comments. In honor of fanclub, who has been the only person to post so far (besides Y, who doesn't count) (I mean, of course you count, Y, just not for this particular context).

Speaking of which, Y says that his advisor is the most important person in his life.
(Highly and mostly paraphrased for amusement value. What he really said was that his advisor was one of the five most important people in his life).

Also, we have hot pink bubble guns. If you don't know what a bubble gun is, I surely can't help you. Anyway beware. We are armed and extremely dangerous.

Shoot I just realized that the first paragraph contains a sentence fragment. I guess I've been hanging around with the non-English speaking Engineer Extraordinaire (also known as Circus Maximus) (Gluteus Maximus?) (Don't be disgusting) a little too often.

Sorry fan club.

Also the other commenter has been the anonymous person who wants to hear more about my chemlife. Why would you want to hear about chemlife? Go read a chemistry journal (which is kind of like a magazine, but doesn't come every day like the NY Times) (that was the explanation I gave my very cute younger brother when he asked me what a chemistry journal is.)

Also I had to explain to him that not everyone gets the NY Times delivered every day. I think that was highly confusing and disruptive to his world view.

And to end on a weird note, "There can only be one!" (Huh? What is she talking about?)

Fanclub, next time you have to share details of your personal life.

Update

Of course Y doesn't hit girls. That was total and complete fiction.

To our fan club

General note: We would really like to encourage comments. Please comment.

Specific note:

Dear Y's mother,
It has recently been brought to my attention that Y hits girls. How was he raised???

Y says

"I bleed electrons."

My response: "I bleed anti-electrons."

Do you think we will annihilate each other???