I have some posts a-brewing, one that I am putting off rather a lot because it relates to my upcoming road trip this weekend with my oldest and dearest friend, who is being insensitive enough to achieve the holy grail of the tenure-track job and so leave me and so move to another state... More on that, and the fact that I am using excuse of "helping her move" to lay some serious passive-aggressive shit on her, tomorrow.
Hmmmm. What else??? Ah yes. Coming up--mine and Husband's tenth wedding anniversary... Holy-mother-of-god-how-did-that-happen?
And what are we doing to celebrate? Here are some of the options we have been weighing:
--Trip to Paris? The exchange rate for Dollars to Euros is WHA???
--Minivan? I shit you not--I think I might be only woman in town who both hearts Elliot Smith and secretly yearns for the plush and spacious comfort of a minivan. But as an anniversary gift. Well, it kind of sinks to an all time low.
--Fine Jewelry? For the price of this ring we could buy a Plazma TV!
--A piece of Art? That would be nice, but plazma tvs take up a nice patch of wallspace. And you can do slideshows on it. Of art.
--Plazma TV?? NOW we're talkin'!
Actually, we have done our homework, and we're getting an LCD one. With Home Theater system. Nothing says "I have so cherished these ten years with you by my side" than A Big Fuck Off Television...
Actually, for us, it's really quite an appropriate metaphor, as me and the Old Man likes a bit a'telly... Right in the living room. None of this separate-out-of-sight television room shit for us--Yes, this is our graciously appointed living room, and that monstrosity in the corner is the idol at which we worship. Besides, there's nothing like a comfy sofa, a roaring wood fire and...television.
(And anyone concerned over the lack of romance in my life, do not afear. Old Man is actually quite the romantic sort, and I am sure he has babysitter lined up, dinner-reservations fresh flowers on order, and a box of those chocolates from Fanny May that I love and no he can't have any, well ok, one... ALL IN THE WORKS)
Oh, all right. I'll book the sitter. (sigh)
What else to write?
Anyone want to interview me for BlogHer? Oh, hang on. I'm not going. Is it me, or is this a weird week in the lady-blogosphere for anyone not going? Is this what being Jewish at Christmas is like? Interesting...
Yes, I'd love to be there. But I am of the boozy sort. Especially when it comes to meeting a ton of strangers-but-not-strangers-really at a conference. And while I am pretty extrovert sans a gallon of wine, BlogHer would definitely bring out the boozehound in me and me being in my delicate state would put the kabash on that.
Yes, that's right. I have just used "not being able to drink" as an excuse to not attend what looks like an amazing opportunity to meet some of my favorite writers. And if you think there is a disturbing alcoholic theme emerging in my posts, well what of it??
Seriously, if I am still kicking this blog-thing around in a year's time, then I am going to make the pilgrimage. I might even be able to translate it into some kind of work-related trip me being such a "digital technology academic expert" and all (snort). I'll be the one pumping-and-dumping.
I will leave you with that attractive image as I say to all those who are going--PICTURES. WE WANT PICTURES. AND POSTS. WE WANT LIVE-BLOGHER POSTS.