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NaBloPoMo Round-Up #2: Me, Bs, and Cs

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Today began with singing “In My Life” for the entire staff of my frou frou hair salon. How they convinced me to do so at 10am on a Saturday morning while ever-so-slightly hung over i cannot fathom.

My hair wound up mostly within the bounds of my hairline instead of being an insane indy-rock mullet, though it’s still long enough to toss around while i sing, which i discovered while rehearsing with Gina for her mother’s Holiday Revue.

I love the irony of our infrequent rehearsals – we spend more time acting as human jukeboxes than rehearsing, and what we do rehearse usually sounds fine after only a few tries. Our ease in making music always leaves me wondering how much rock we could deliver if we rehearsed weekly instead of bi-annually.

In other news, I have finally made it through the NaBoPoMo Bs and Cs – 226 blogs in total. Near the start of the Cs my OCD Godzilla went into overdrive, forcing me to keep track of minute details about each blog. [Read more…] about NaBloPoMo Round-Up #2: Me, Bs, and Cs

Pot Roast, Political Wine, Meta Moms, et cetera

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Mit_moi posts the best business parable of all time. And she tells it at length with the flair and panache with which I tell my favorite joke. I’m going to print it and hang it in my cube. Mit_moi is a super-engaging blogger who totally gets me; i’ll be following her throughout the month.
Also, a blogger who works in the wine biz directed me to the charming quaffability who drew my attention to a CA winery owner who uses his profits to sponsor bills that limit abortion rights and oppose stem cell research.

I don’t want to get too deep into my politics (yet), but if anything bothers me more than people who want to limit a woman’s right to manage their own body its people who want to impose their religion on science. With so many wines in the world, i think i’ll hardly notice the different as i boycott all of his.
I am now getting a little weary of blogs about small children, which is total hypocrisy, because if i had a small child i would be broadcasting their life to a blog 24/7. It’s the modern equivalent of my mom taking constant pictures of me and then making storybooks like “Peter Goes to the Zoo,” which she would later use to teach me to read. (Except, i am far from sick of Whoopee, who likes my favorite John Lennon song and named her baby Esme).

It’s also hyprocrisy because not everyone feels the need to turn NaBloPoMo into some sort of blog rebooting jihad against free time.
Kid Sis In Hollywood sounds as if she’s about to get a star and/or composer attached to her script – awesome! She also links to an amazing video compiling eight years worth of daily self-pics into a time-lapse aging process. I’ve always wanted to do this! Maybe if i get a digital camera for Christmas i’ll start (except, OCD Godzilla will demand that i find a way to have the camera positioned exactly the same distance from my face every day … what if one of my arms gets shorter?).
Rebirthing Me is taking the reboot idea a step further by working on reinventing herself. Her stories are riveting. Snippy is single and refreshingly snarky. Another blog i’ll be revisiting. Also, Moose in the Kitchen, who is simply funny and charming. Teacher Education is fascinating, and i think Rabi might enjoy it.
And, finally, Doogie is gay. A self-proclaimed Gay Pagan from Erie, PA offers his take.

Live From the Icebox

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I’ve convinced my inner OCD Godzilla that there’s no harm in randomly surfing through some NaBloPoMo blogs as long as I track them meticulously via a spreadsheet. He, in turn, will not consume my soul with the power of his Atomic Breath.

I’m realizing that Fussy, much like the Dooce, almighty queen of the internet, is a blogger with a small child. The difference would seem to be that Dooce was already in-progress on queendom when she had her baby (the adorable Leta), wheras Fussy began with precocious Jackson already in place.

In any event, young married women with adorable children (Alpha Moms? I’m not clear on what that means, exactly) seem to be Fussy’s primary demographic, so i have no doubt i’ll be encountering lots of cute little babies in my web surfing, which is fine, because i completely understand that while babies are cute they also scream indiscriminantly when you are recording a new song, and i am still way too self-involved to want to be responsible any sort of creature that involves my having to record more takes of anything. This also extends to birds and yappy dogs.

What’s a little disconcerting is that a lot of these people are totally my peers, except they spend their money on diapers and care about other people while i’m still spending money on concert tickets and am completely self-involved. It sortof freaks me out. I mean, i can withstand, like, ten whole minutes of pictures of cute babies, but the lack of self-involvement is a little disturbing. At least Fussy and Dooce are both still obsessed with themseves. And, they both still enjoy a strong cocktail.
Oh, right, websites. The first NaBloPoMo blog i happened upon is called Rudderless, and Loving It. Here i thought the title was just punny and figurative but – NAY – it is about a family who lives on a boat in the Florida keys (to which my response was OMG, they have internet on boats!!!). They link to quite possibly the cutest halloween picture of all time.

When i was younger my mom seemed to primarily date men who owned boats, and even though i could never fit my entire comic book collection onto one i really liked going for a ride because boats just make so much more sense than cars, and because i liked parking it in open water and then going underneath to take a nap. Also, the first time i rode on a boat it was with a funny older lady who had a cat and an inexaustible supply of oreo cookies, whereas the first memory i have of a car involves my mother locking a tiny, toddler-sized me in our golden Nova at a gas station.
And people wonder why i don’t have my driver’s license. Oh, right, topic. Back to the topic.
Pam Rentz blogs at You’re Doing It Wrong; anyone who ends a technical blog-related lament with the sentence “No doubt a bottle of red wine will be involved” is awesome. Also, apparently Lucy Lawless remade herself into some sort of blues-belting rock animal via a television show called Celebrity Duets? I never really watched Xena, but there is definitely something inherently awesome about Lucy that just got awesomer now that i know she’s an aspiring blues singer trapped inside the body of a Glamazon.

I just wandered downstairs and i think it is literally warmer in the refridgerator than in the rest of the kitchen. Gingerbread Latte often refers to herself in third-person plural and uses [redacted] in her blog, which i love. Gimme Sanity is stunningly gorgeous, lives in NYC, has an adorable baby, is a serious knitter and student, and runs marathons. She has pretty much won life.

Okay, i’ve been sitting on this post for an hour now, i need to just let it go. And maybe build a small fire out in the hallway.

Bleary-but-Wide Eyed

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It is in the general vicinity of freezing outside, and the incursion of said temperature into our house is the only thing keeping me awake and alert at the moment. And, in my least wakeful state the only two things i can really manage are playing guitar and blogging, and it’s way too cold to play guitar.
Elise went off to have breakfast at Ikea and shopping in other heated buildings, leaving me to suffer alone from my refusal to turn on the heat before Thanksgiving. Because, underneath this 25-yr-old wrapper i am clearly a stingy old lady living from pension check to pension check.
I want to start winging my way around the NaBloPoMo sites in order to try to catch a little of every writer, but Eden over at Fussy is not done updating the big list of urls (at least, i don’t think she is, because i’m not on it yet, which is OKAY), and the OCD Godzilla inside me says that’d if i start surfing now i’d just have to start over later when the rest of the participants were added. I’ll do whatever you say, OCD Godzilla, just please don’t step on my cold little house or make me talk in overdubbed English.
In the meantime, NaBloPoMoer Lane has created a NaBloPoMo randomizer that will satisfy your endless curiosity about what people would write about every day anyhow.
When i first followed that link i thought, hmm, Lane, that couldn’t be the Lane who i used to read on Trianide, who i loved because she had a webcam but wasn’t a whore, who took amazing photos, and who loved Fiona Apple, could it? This Lane is living in a completely different hemisphere. Surely not the same Lane. Well, from a quick glance at Trianide it turns out it that it is the same Lane! NaBloPoMo: Bringing people together.

Does it count as using the heat if i go downstairs and turn on the oven to cook something but then huddle in front of it to absorb its warmth? It seems like a suitably in-character thing to do if i’m going to keep acting like a batty, frugal, old lady with OCD. And possibly dementia.