An indication that last night’s Blogfest 13 was a good one: If you go back through the timeline, you won’t see a whole lot of Twitter activity from those in attendance. Maybe we were all having too much fun? Thanks for a great night, y’all. See you again soon.
Another reason I’m not too upset to miss the Wilco show in Cleveland tonight? I have an excellent substitute: Blogfest 13. Bloggers, podcasters and other media types — new, old and both, in some cases — will start showing up at Finnegan’s Wake on General Robinson Street around 5:30, and drinking, eating and conversing will… Read More pretty damn close.
So I stopped at some place in Bellevue, looking for a place to pee. The next thing I know, I’d volunteered to help with publicity for something called … uh … is it Podcamp? What the hell was in those cookies?
This is the result of a CD cover meme Cindy brought to our attention the other day: You can see Cindy’s result here, and Rachel’s here. Want to play? The rules are simple. Click here to be directed to a random Wikipedia entry generator; the title of the article that pops up is the name… Read More covered.
Hey. It’s been a while. The end of last week was kind of a mess. My internal clock was destroyed by the middle-of-the-night shift I worked on Wednesday. And we found out a day later that our original Grandhog, Ron Joranko, passed away with alarming rapidity on Thursday morning, really just a few days after… Read More returned.
That’s from the opening of The Vagina Monologues, which The Wife and I took in Saturday evening at City Theatre on the South Side. It was an exercise that underscored the whole premise of the piece — this isn’t something women are comfortable talking about, even to the point of being able to use the… Read More va. gi. na.
Uncle Crappy 