If you didn't go to BlogHer this weekend, give me a shout-out in the comment field right there. I'm taking a head count of those who didn't go.
If I haven't mentioned this 200,000 times before, my reasons for not attending are purely economic: no moolah. I really should have gone last year. Chicago's practically next door compared to San Fran.
Anyway, my feed reader is nearly empty save for the "Wooo! Here I am at BlogHer!" posts left over from this morning, and I have a raging migraine. Chalk it up to age or whatever, but I have no tolerance for heat or bright sunlight anymore. Hard to believe, but I used to be a total sun girl (under a thick layer of SPF 40). Maybe I'm becoming a vampire.
I've been obsessed with this
site all weekend. I don't have the kind of camera that makes four (or nine) exposures on one frame, but these are totally fun. And almost hypnotic.
This is, like, the third (or fourth... or twelfth) micro post in a row. I promise, I really am going to try to write something more substantial here. Um, one of these says. I'm so jealous of those who can bang out an essay-like post on their lunch breaks, while I had to look up how to spell twelfth. (I'm not kidding. I think I have adult onset dyslexia, if that's even possible.) I know when I've been slacking on my blogs, and I want to be one of those writers who has words spilling from her fingertips, but it would probably take Red Bull drip to get me to write swiftly and coherently.
I already bored everyone with these on Flickr and Five Dollar Camera, so now I'm going to bore you to tears here.
(Basically, I just don't want to write.)



I know what you're thinking: Flip flops. Yes, the dreaded flip flops. Of course, I've built up an immunity to the toes of family members. Mostly it's strangers' feet I abhor.
But that doesn't mean it's a Friday Top Ten.
Short little snippets are so 2006.
Shit From An Old Notebook
I know it's not even close to November, and I should train myself to write "in the off season," but I was digging through some of my notes from last year's NaNo and came across this gem of a line:
"It's like the Shroud of Turin, but in waffle form."
WTF?
(I had a Jesus joke in here that probably pushed the boundaries of taste just a little too much, so I, um, edited it. Yep, I'm going straight to hell.)
Because I Never, Ever, Talk About My Cat
I think she's eating bugs.
Not that shouldn't be that concerned, or surprised, but this is sort of a new development. Who knows? Maybe she's been chowing down on creepy crawlies for years and this is the just the first time I've caught her. Her insect of choice is the common house spider. That's just... blech! I'm not knowledgeable when it comes to spiders, but I'm assuming they aren't the poisonous kind.
... than writing. Like the 5th season of Project Runway, which starts tonight (or last night, as you are probably reading this Thursday morning).
Anyway, if you're still scratching you head over the controversial New Yorker cover, just listen to
this interview with acclaimed graphic artist Art Spiegelman, no stranger to controversy himself. He pretty much sums up how I feel about the whole debacle, though I've been skittish to get too much into it, seeing the outrage this cover has caused.
I'm sick of the blue and stripes, aren't you? Problem is I haven't had any time in the past couple months to really work on an overhaul.
I think I'm sticking to this theme, though. It's easy to modify and pretty clean-looking. If there's one thing I hate it's a cluttered, glitzy, screaming blog.
Don't get me started on blogs (okay, MySpace pages) that play music as they load. Grrrr.
Anyway, I fooled around with header ideas, namely this one:
(Sorry for the tiny size. It's hard to make it any bigger with bumping into my sidebars.)

I had a header something like this a couple years ago on the now-defunct Five Dollar Camera, so basically, like al my good ideas, it's a retread. (Or maybe *borrowed* from someone else. Shhh. Don't tell.)
I don't know what I'm going for the rest. I want to do this
three-column mod, but I tried it on a practice blog and my third sidebar ended up on my left shoe.
Back to the drawing (blogging) board.