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

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When You Take Swag Too Seriously 21/Jul/2008

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 Read more

Hai. I’m Leslie 18/Jul/2008

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... Read more

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

Visa Debit Cards.

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THE END.

(Look! No BlogHer Post!)

(Wait, does that count? I just wrote BLOGhER)

(Shit. I Did it again.)

The End. (AGAIN.)

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

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. Read more

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

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,... Read more

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

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 Read more

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

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... Read more

BHM: Self Tanning Disasters 07/Jul/2008

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:

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

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