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Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress

Fixing Mrs. Flinger Feb 20, 2015

I'm currently working on this website. I want to add back the links to blogs I love, some ways to find content easier, and put in archive, at last, some of the ancient articles. Come back to see updates.

BlogHer 2008: A (not so) brief highlight Jul 22, 2008

You know how when you return from a trip and your husband says, “so how was it?” and then you spend EXACTLY six hours spreading out every detail with him sitting next to you on the couch trying to flick his eyes to the TV because deargodsheisstilltalkingaboutBlogHer? And you know how all of your friends are like, “did you have fun?” and then you spend EXACTLY seventeen hours recounting every details because they are better listeners and even still they flick their eyes to anything else because deargodsheisstilltalkingaboutBlogHer? I’ve already told these stories with more to tell and already the details are getting fuzzy and I’m starting to bore myself a little because deargodisshestilltalkingaboutBlogHer? Instead of recounting every details, every... Read more

When You Take Swag Too Seriously Jul 21, 2008

#Life#This one time? At BlogHer?

Draft #5: I’ve tried four times previous to write my first Post-BlogHer-Post. I’ve spent an hour typing A H R E F = BLAHBLAHBLAH and deleting the entire post. I’ve struggled to compile my photos in to some sort of order that I can share. I’ve been sitting here organizing work but getting sucked back in to drafts for this post. I think I’m speechless. I’ll find the words. I’ll find the photos. I’ll find the URLs and I’ll try not to leave anyone out. In the mean time, I will share this short video we made with you. It’s ironic that I left a blogging conference completely unable to blog, isn’t it? That in all the bustle and hustle and writing tips and site information I leave with a short clip my closest local friends and I... Read more

Hai. I’m Leslie Jul 18, 2008

#Life#This one time? At BlogHer?

I’ve been blogging for five years. Many of the original archives are gone or stored away but a long long time ago, back when Leo and Megan were on a fab show “The Screen Savers”, I started a blawg. Five years later, I helped code Megan’s Typepad site and Leo and Megan both answered a question of mine on JumpingMonkeys Podcast. Starstruck much? Youbet. With so much history packed in to a 5MB MySQL database here, some of who I am slowly leaked out in various posts. Sure, an about page is helpful, but here is what you need to know if you happen to run in to me in, say, San Fransisco. 1. I obsessively think I’m pregnant, even if I have not had actual, you know, S-E-X.  2. I once peed on a used pregnancy test. Yes, I kept my first positive pregnancy test... Read more

To Old People Everywhere, especially the ones ALWAYS in line in front of me Jul 17, 2008

#Life#This one time? At BlogHer?

Visa Debit Cards. THE END. (Look! No BlogHer Post!) (Wait, does that count? I just wrote BLOGhER) (Shit. I Did it again.) The End. (AGAIN.) Read more

Ohdeargod Another BlogHer Post Forthelove When Is It Over NEVER HAHA SUCKAH Jul 16, 2008

#Life#This one time? At BlogHer?

Look, I sympathize, I do. I sat home years in a row watching people I would DIE to see (caps on DIE because I mean it for emphasis not actually as in keel over) go to a conference and meet each other and laugh and have cheezburgers and DAMNTHEM. Except I didn’t damn them. I wanted to go. I was a little bit jealous. But I was secure in my own self and I knew one year I’d go, too. And if I didn’t, it was ok. They were still my favorite bloggers/friends/girl crushes. This year, though, I’m going. And I’d like to tote you alone with me in my laptop. You and You and You and You. And YOU. Yes, You, too. You. Right there. So I’m going to blog about it and you’re going to drink with me. And we’re going to have a non-politically correct gay time... Read more

Brutally Honest Monday of a different kind: Mom Entitlement Jul 14, 2008

#Life#Brutally Honest Mondays

During my years teaching at the college level, I had a few unfortunate run-ins with a type of student that is becoming too prevalent in our society. You know, the “do nothing earn an A” types. You all know the type: The student that never makes class, somehow manages to blame the instructor and cries until he gets an A? And by cry, I mean Real Tears And All, people. It’s not just the old “My dog ate my homework” excuse. It’s deeper. It’s every day. Every assignment. Every test. Not al kids are this way but talking to old Professors, they all agree: It’s an epidemic and they don’t know what to do about it except compare emailed excuses and take out some sort of Liability insurance for... Read more

In case I’m too drunk to post this later: The obligatory “I was left out at BlogHer” post Jul 09, 2008

#Life#This one time? At BlogHer?

It’s nigh. That Conference I won a trip to? That Conference I practically shit myself in total an utter fear because OH MAI GAWD I get to meet these people that I’ve read and, like, TOTALLY have a girl crush on? (Too many to link to holyhell I love you people) And oh dear god, they get to meet me. Thankfully, two of my dearest friends are traveling with me. This means several things, 1) I have someone to sit with at the lunch table already to talk with so I can put away my inner 13 year old 2) they already love mebecause of in spite of my nervous-gassy stomach and 3) I will introduce and be introduced to many many bloggers, famous, not-so-famous, well known (no, wait, that means famous) and quiet, but amazing, amazing women. And 4) I will probably be too wobbly to... Read more

From Fear to Love: A friend’s quest Jul 08, 2008

#Life#Depth and Faith

It’s no secret we’re done having children. In fact, we’re a little gun-shy in the whole “boink-a-boink-a” department because of it. In the words of Mr. Flinger, “I am a potent man!” Now, it’s not so much a good thing. However, I have friends who want, crave, try to have children. Who may not get the opportunity. Who undergo treatments, stress, financial burden all to obtain the thing I take for granted on a daily basis: Motherhood. It’s a little bit astonishing to me how much I don’t appreciate my own gift of birthing to healthy babies. Some days I look at our children in marvel and wonder and think I may explode from the sheer love of having these people in my life. Other days I wonder what-the-hell and when I can get back to... Read more

BHM: Self Tanning Disasters Jul 07, 2008

#Life#Brutally Honest Mondays

You know that I live in Seattle, which really does mean it’s sunny six times a year here. Okok, sorry, eight if you count those two days in Winter. (Picky Picky) At any rate, being in such a northern state means I’m prone to bi-polar skin. Uhhu. My skin is six degrees of tan depending on what you look at. For example: This here? My arm against my leg. Jesus. So what’s a girl to do? SELF TANNER! Now that there is a product made for people like me. Spray Tan! No Sun! Half the cancer! Over the years, I’ve tried literally tens of fifties of self tanning products. I’ve been orange. I’ve been burgundy. I’ve had disastrous streaks. I’ve had nightmares about my orange fat.  So, see, me ‘n self tanner go way back. Why, then,... Read more

We are outnumbered. Chaos. Send. Booz. Stat. Jul 03, 2008

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