Mrs. Flinger: A work in progress

UPDATE TO Mrs. Flinger October 16, 2015

Because the Universe has a wicked sense of humor, after this delcaration, my blog threw up all over my last upgrade.

So I'm starting over using Craft. Turning 40 and kid entering Jr High next year, sometimes it's just time for a change. These archives will still exist in the way the last child goes off to college and their room is the same for 20 years, but it's just time to move forward.

I, too, am just a girl with a blog Apr 01, 2009


If you follow me on twitter, this may be a slight recap. But oh! There is VIDEO. So get comfy and get ready to cringe on my behalf.

Last night we saw Dooce (do you really need me to link to her? Hai?). I’ll be honest, I don’t read Heather that much anymore. I don’t read enough of anyone, anymore, really. (I blame Google Reader that bastardized RSS reader that is like the government aid enabling the bored and lazy.) But I wanted to hear her speak because you hear so much trash on the Internet and I wanted to go formulate an opinion on my own.

And so I did.

I get that we’re frustrated because we write and aren’t paid out the ass for it. I get the jealousy and the wistfulness and the building up of a person entirely too much so that they can never live up to those expectations, those insanely huge expectation. But I don’t get the hate and the spite and the fear.

Heather? She’s just a girl with a blog who is fucking hilarious and got noticed.

Remember when that chick got all famous from her ebay story? And remember how we all smacked our foreheads and went “DUH! EBAY! I MUST MAKE UP AUCTIONS!” And remember how that never really worked?

Sometimes it’s about being in the right place at the right time I guess. And if you hate people for their success, maybe you can flip off irony or tell coincidence to fuck off. Personally, I’m not going to piss off the time/space continuum hoping it will stay on my side and ONE DAY it will help me out a bit.

Maybe I was hoping that one day would be last night.

Heather was absolutely hilarious. She was real, honest, pregnant (yes! BY GOD she isn’t lying about a pregnancy to make money! I know this shocks you.) and actually made the crowd comfortable. She’s every bit a normal person as you can expect some chick from BYU gone badass to be.

I sorta love her for it.

And so when it was time for the Question and Answers, when she glanced around the room and nobody stood up, when I’d made a funny on twitter that I was going to stand up and say, “Hi! We all know you, but, do they know ME?” it was hard not to be the first person to jump to the mic and save Heather from the, “Anyone? Beuhler?”

Such an attention whore, this one.

So I stood up in front of a crowd of, say, 200 people? And this? This is what happened.

Walks in slow motion to the mic
Mutters something about not liking to talk in to mics
“Hi! I’m Mrs. Flinger!”
:: pauses for recognition. Waits for Heather to say, “OMG! MRS. FLINGER! I have a photo with you and I like TOTALLY LOVE your BLOG OMG! ::
:: waiting ::
:: waiting ::
Recovers slightly and starts spewing forth shit from my mouth that I only vaguely recall.
Turns to audience
“MRS. F-l-N-G-E-R”

Or, you can see if yourself:

mrs. flinger and dooce from mona on Vimeo.

Two words: Wow.

(Thanks to Mona for letting me use this awesome video. And for doing a much better recap on her site here.)