Archive for June, 2008

For now

June 3, 2008 | Filed under: Whoopdie Doo

“What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it”. ~Ezra Pound

I will write a more extensive post in regards to politics come Thursday or Friday but for now I shall leave you with this:

My father is from Birmingham, Alabama. He grew up there during the dead heat of the Civil Rights Movement. It was to the point where he stopped reading Jet magazine because they put a full spread of Emmett Till in their centerfold and then when I saw those photos I didn’t sleep for months because I thought someone might do the same to me*.

Tonight a black man became the presumptive nominee for the presidency from the Democratic party. My father called me and his usually snarky tone in regards to my short game in golf was replaced by tears and seriousness because he honest to God never thought he would ever live to see this day.

*I was eight at the time and I insisted that I see what he looked like when he died and then I did and I cried. IN FRONT OF HIS MOTHER none the less.

Time Traveling Bunnies

June 3, 2008 | Filed under: BlogHer, Blogology, Listy

“My life has a superb cast but I can’t figure out the plot.” ~Ashleigh Brilliant

Though I am practically genetically predisposed to not be able to write quick and concise paragraphs and/or sentences, I am going to try and go against the grain and my DNA to write a list. For the record I wish y’all could so the lists I write. They aren’t lists so much as they are very long diatribes on what I should do, how it should be done, when I should do it and my precise thoughts on why it needs to be done. Sometimes they are even annotated with cute little footnotes and alway, always, always in MLA format.

1) The other day I told Susan that I didn’t want to go to San Francisco. She didn’t seem all that concerned because she probably sensed I was talking out of my ass and that if I was serious she would have Chris drag my ass from Albany to SFO if it killed me. And then Leah, Simon and Angella would force me to drink champagne and chain me to the hot tub. Then Whoorl would be all “YOU WILL DRINK AND YOU WILL LIKE IT OR ELSE I WILL FORCE YOU TO SPEND 36 HOURS ALONE WITH MY 2 YEAR OLD!” Fear not, I am going to San Francisco but I’m having a stupid ass blogging crisis and I’ve never actually had one before. So what am I to do? How am I to proceed? Suggestions more than welcome.

2) I’ve magically turned into one of those people who really fucking enjoys running. I mean REALLY. I mean the other day on the plane down to Baltimore I kept thinking about the great run I would have on Capitol Hill this morning. And I did. I used to be in the running is not something you do unless trying to get away from something, like a clown or a hyena, not something you do for the pure hell of it. But I seem to be wrong. Next thing you know I’m going to be all “Hot damn, that John McCain sure is swell!”

3) Saturday night I was tanked and at a black tie event in gold hooker heels with bright red nail polish. By Sunday afternoon I was sailing and jumping off the boat into the bay of the Susquehanna River. Such is life these days; I never know where I’m going to end up next.

4) A question I’ve seen floating around that I, too, have wanted answered: When y’all comment, you know that I read them right??? Because I do. I just don’t respond to every comment because while I am pretending to be good at the wit, I am just not so good. All of my responses would be “Awesome! Thanks!” How do we feel about this current system? Or could you really not give two shits and you’d much rather me talk about how much I hate Viognier but would roll around in a tub full of Riesling?

5) My mother WILL be guest posting again. She even went so far as to go and read the comments from her post while she was in Martha’s Vineyard. The only thing she does in Martha’s Vineyard is sit on her porch swing and go swimming at the ass crack of dawn. She does NOT use a laptop. That’s how strong her love is for you all. So for those who have asked over and over and over again; yes, she will be posting again.

6) The title of this post has been tickling me since Ben said it to Locke the other night on LOST. Then I got completely mind-fucked and now it’s been all of five days and do you people know how long it is until January??? JANUARY. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do until then except count the hairs on my ever present unibrow. The other option would be to weep silently and drink. But I think I do enough of that as it is.

7) Elisa asked if I would be on the BlogHer Community Keynote Committee. And I was like “I mean, I guess” while twirling my hair and rolling my eyes and acting like a forlorn teenager. In all seriousness, this is the brain child of the lovely Mrs. Kennedy and it’s an awesome (see? there I go with that word again) idea. In sum; it’s a BlogHer open mic, where people read their favorite entries. So, I strongly suggest reading this post and then going forth and sharing. Because sharing means caring and I am a very delicate flower these days so please do something, anything to make me happy.

8 ) Yesterday while I was in the throes of telling the Internet that maybe things aren’t working out and perhaps it can bite me, Y sent me a photo from the famed Cheeseburger Party last year in Chicago. She told me that she loves me and I got a little misty eyed and so here we are today.

While everyone else was out drinking

June 1, 2008 | Filed under: Humdrum

“The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.” ~Samuel Butler

Friday evening I went to see a movie about being fabulous and single in the city only to drag my not so fabulous ass back to a condo (that I do not own) to sit around for 90 solid minutes wearing snowman pajamas trying to get two dogs to do some tricks.

The Roommate asked if I was drunk when I did this video; I was hopped up on movie popcorn with faux butter and diet coke. So it was the impostor dairy product that done did me in. So I was home alone and pathetic as usual but at least I hadn’t dipped into the peach schnapps. Yet.