It's amazing how sometimes there is NOTHING to write or talk about, and then some days there isn't enough synapse capacity to handle it all. But that's okay– I'm a blogger and I suffer for my art.
Item one: meeting bloggers
Now, I've been meaning to write about this for a while but hadn't gotten around it. It's not just the fact that I'm weird or neglectful (both of which are, alas, true) or that I have this in-built delay process of blogging where I like to digest my actual events before I commit them to the bloggable page (which is also true, much like the seven second delay exists to censor all the "fuck this" and "fuck that" on live television, which this is quite obviously not). It's that I get nervous and giddy and excited and a little self-conscious when I meet fellow bloggers because, well, we're a weird breed. We coexist (mostly) peacefully in your planet, but we haven't developed a secret handshake to be easily identifiable à la freemason, so we often pass each other like ships in the night, never knowing that were we to identify each other we'd geek out so hard it would be painful to those not blessed with a high degree of geekery.
But I have been meaning to blog about meeting Juliet of Girl With Flat Hat (and her little girl), with whom Herr Meow and I had a playdate at the Building Museum; and of going to LA's Bloggery's Happy Hour and meeting several local bloggers while sharing merriment and libations, which were both incredibly fun events.
So here is a belated shoutout to Juliet, who I hope had as much fun meeting as I did, and another shoutout to the lovely people behind LA Cochran, Urban Bohemian, Charlotte Harris, "It's Toasted" (the B part), The Restaurant Refugee, Sean's Ramblings, The Gilahi Blog, The Chronicles of Tewkesbury (hi JM!! a year is, in fact, too long!!), Culinary Couture, (I'm thinking I didn't meet you, because I was lame and was the first to leave) Live it, Love it, Who Invented Roses, and (That's Why) The Lady Is A Tramp. It was really a pleasure meeting you all!!
Item two: that broadcast delay thingy I mentioned, but for blogging
I am not sure how many bloggers proceed on this issue, but usually if there are tricky events in my everyday life that I am itching to blog about, I tend to give them some lag time. The lag time is so if anyone recognizes him or herself on the pages of this blog and finds it unflattering, that they may be led to believe it's not really them, because, didn't that happen eons ago?
So now that I've shared that with you, my reading audience, I realize there is a reason I do it.
A really good reason; maybe two reasons, even, or three.
So I think I'm going to stop for now and tell you some other time about, er… stuff.
Item three: oh yeah– it's very cold around here.
Item four: I totally killed my muse with item two. Can you tell?
Item five: Happy Monday!