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BlogHer: Night One

Please. People. STOP CALLING ME and asking me WHERE I AM, WHY AM I NOT DOWNSTAIRS, WHY AM I MISSING THE OFFICIAL CONFERENCE KICK-OFF. I got about 20 minutes of sleep, I am hungover, jet-lagged, there is some jackass HAMMERING OUTSIDE MY ROOM and I still don't understand how to work the shower. This is pretty much the most I can say right now: All things considered, it's probably the best we could hope for. Read more →


Dispatches From the Wee Small Hours of the Morning

Well. I am here in California. I survived two flights, including the Scariest Connection Ever at the L.A. airport, where I was quite literally herded out towards a dumpster on the side of a runway and told in Spanish to wait for a bus, a bus that was labeled with every airline that WAS NOT THE AIRLINE I NEEDED, but everyone who looked sort of official just kept nodding and pointing at the bus and I actually thought for a few minutes that I was going to be deported. I was not deported. In case you were wondering. I am,... Read more →


Das Boot

Or, From the Department of Yes. Yes! This Right Here is Totally What I Need Right Now We interrupt (okay, "mercifully kill") today's liveblogging spectacular (okay, "spectacularly boring") with some breaking news: Son of a bitch. No, seriously. This is so totally awesome of you, District of Columbia. Okay, yes. We probably deserve it. In fact, it's probably a bit of a goddamned miracle that we've never been booted before, but...but... *looks down, kicks a rock and mutters some profanities* Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to have a margarita or four and really get this packing party... Read more →


Packing Diary IV: Live on Ice

Semi-real-time blogging! Right here, all day long! Get ready to refresh like you have never refreshed before! Or to get really bored, lose interest and wander off somewhere else entirely! 8:28 am: Wake up, gloriously late. Or maybe not so damn glorious, as Noah is in the evil clutches of a major sleep meltdown and pretty much howled his head off all night. 8:29: Heh. Heh. Leaving him with the in-laws. Heeeeeeeeeh. 8:32 But Noah's excitement at being retrieved from his crib? The bouncing? The smiles? The great!big!hugs? Oh man. OH MAN. 8:45 Coffee. Bottle. Everybody's happy. 8:47 Sounds of... Read more →


But If I Weren't Leaving You

So. I leave for California on Thursday, to attend this little bloggy-type shindig conference thing. (You may have heard about it? I don't know. It seems like it may have been discussed recently on a blog or two or four thousand, yawn.) I leave on Thursday, but would just like to point out that Noah does not leave on Thursday. In what seemed like a super swell idea a few months ago, Jason proposed taking a mini-vacation post-BlogHer. I leave on Thursday. He leaves on Saturday, after dropping Noah off with his grandparents. Then we return on Wednesday, refreshed and... Read more →


City of Mine

Yesterday I had a meeting down in Georgetown -- the part of Georgetown where foot traffic kind of dies and there isn't a beauty product to be purchased for several blocks. I took the bus, because I am Industrious and Independent, and as I was walking (okay, more like tottering gingerly over the cobblestones in my stupidly high heels) towards my destination I passed a man who had just parked his car. A very nice, newish Acura. With leather interior. And Virginia plates. He unloaded some milk crates from his trunk onto a little hand truck. The milk crates were... Read more →


The Kind of Thing I Should Probably Keep to Myself

I just watched Blue's Clues. By myself. While Noah was napping. And yeah. I knew exactly where the remote was. Today's question: What does Blue want to buy at the store? Today's clues: Numbers, lines and a block of wood. So I was thinking, okay, obviously the lines go on the wood, although I was a little thrown by the lack of a mirror, but the continuity errors on this show do kind of drive me nuts sometimes (how many doors to the backyard ARE THERE, especially since the front of the house is approximately six feet wide, and also,... Read more →


Recycled

Gah! The cursor! It blinks! The page! It is very white and blank! Lately I have been suffering from the deadly combination of Writer's Block + Unbelievable Laziness. I have topics all picked out and lined up neatly in my brain (Things We Have To Fix Before We Can Move, or the Ballad of the Sort-of-Broken Toilet; Adventures in Homemade Baby Food That I Made, At Home, and the Various Manners In Which It Was Rejected; and finally My Dog: Do You Want Her?) and then I go to write about them and...and...huh. I wonder what is on TV? (HINT:... Read more →


Bah

Stupid TypePad was down for most of the day yesterday, leaving me unable to post or even to comment that I couldn't post. Trust me, I was just as sick of that nanny entry as you were. Oh, she has a nahhhhny now, a nahhhny for her one whole child, ain't life just grahhhhnd for her, the stupid spoiled whore. (No, I don't know why I imagine y'all with bad British accents either, but I kind of do.) (You are also prone to pinching imaginary monocles when you talk.) Hi. Yeah, I may still be drunk. Because I was last... Read more →