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and they say irony is dead…
Last week, DCBlogs linked to my Jonestown post, which mentioned that the phrase “drinking the kool-aid” was insensitive. An argument about the rest of the post, which had links about Obama, broke out in the comments – wherein readers were then accusing one another of…wait for it…wait for it…. drinking the kool-aid. Fascinating.
Nevertheless, thanks for the link DCBlogs, always a pleasure to see lots of new readers show up, especially when they seem to stay a while. I think visitors from DCBlogs may have one of the lowest bounce rates – don’t know what it means but I think it’s kind of interesting.
Hello, dcblogs readers!
I see dcblogs.com gave me some link-love for the Mystery of the Frog in the Coffeepot. Come on in, pour yourself a cup of tea, have a cookie, and stay awhile if you’d like. Please, if you’d be so kind, leave your shoes out by the door. I’m too tired to vacuum again this week. Do be sure to check them for frogs before you put them back on, though – those little beasties seem to get into the damndest things around here.
worship me like janeane garofalo does
It was great to see lots of friendly faces at Atomic last night – including a surprise appearance by a lei-bedecked Loungebunny and Bunny Honey. I thought they were still in Iceland so you can imagine my surprise. Sarah and I were fabulous in our tiaras and were sufficiently worshipped for our birthdays.
In a totally unrelated story, today I met Janeane Garofalo and she hugged me, making me officially Way Cooler Than You. That was awesome. And now I can say once and for all that people who mistake me for her are seriously on drugs.
plucked from the ashes of the punkprincess.com archives, reposted 02-28-07
dc bloggers happy hour
There must have been over 30 bloggers at Atomic last night. I kept trying to count, but they kept moving around, damnit. I always feel bad because there’s always someone I miss when it’s time to say goodbye.
Trying to leave Atomic before the party is over is like trying to sneak out of a debutante ball. It’s difficult. Being a good Southerner, I feel compelled to say goodbye to every single person.
Occassionally I accidentally say goodbye to a total stranger who just happens to be sitting at the bar.
“I’m so sorry we didn’t get to talk.”
“Um. Me too. Who are you, lady?”
That actually worked out pretty well the last time that happened, as I was able to I lure my unsuspecting new friends to see the 9th Wave at the Royal Lee…
At any rate, I think the only solution is to be the very last person to leave from now on.
I finally got to meet Matt and asian viking girl (yes, I know, that was actually last week. I’m slow).
I also finally got to introduce Husband to the guy I almost went to my high school prom with. OK, it was more complicated than that, but that wouldn’t be as dramatic sounding. And today I’m all about the drama.
Speaking of which, you should be sorry you missed my semi-hysterical call back to the salon this morning. I heard myself actually saying to the receptionist, “Look, there are a lot of reasons I’m crazy, but this one in particular I can explain to you.” Then I went on at great length about how I looked like a frumpy soccer mom and I can’t start the semester looking like a soccer mom. I know this is all very shallow sounding, but obsessing over this prevents me from freaking out over the actual course planning.
But enough of that. It’s time to go to Target.