1: The Plague. In the space of one week my gorgeous baby boy has had conjunctivitis, dual ear infections (Nice when you go to the doc for eye goop, they check your still-smiling babe's ear holes, and inquire... "did you know he has an ear infection in each year?" Uhm. Nope. Please commence flagellation now. I really don't mind. In fact I'd prefer it) and now some sort of puking/diarrhea, crying-all-the-time-because-he-is-so-miserable thing going on. He is at Home With Daddy right now, who, as he reads this, is resenting the shit out of me for having the time to sit at my desk, sans kiddies, and write this sloppy post.
2: I have been cheating on this blog, with a couple of fluffy posts about Briddish PopCulture over at Mamapop you might have seen (Pop Britannia, Mondays! Check it betches!). And also behind the scenes with planning for new launch of BlogRhet. More on that to come for sure, but team BlogRhet has been hatching plans, and you will invited to participate in our mission for world domination very very soon (we've got a bloggy game/activity in mind). This week, if it kills me.
3. Real Work at Real Job. And lots of it. I could tell you what I am doing, but then I'd have to kill you. Also, people in my workplace are beginning to get a whiff of this blog, and though I am never likely to be dooced, I am likely to be continuously harangued by the geek squad we've got going on over here if I misrepresent anyone or any event. (And by "harangued" being mercilessly ridiculed to where "it's NOT FUNNY any more guys!!!!").
4. Being invited to speak, here:
OMFG! Yes sirree. I am speaking on Saturday at the session on "The Politics of Inclusion and Exclusion of Online Communities." I am there as a blogger and an academic. So I am both thrilled and mildly shitting my pants. Brain power is being devoted to this dual state, and not a small hint of Writer's Block (as I think about the politics of inclusion/exclusion I enact just with this space, and wanting to write about it in meaningful and productive way and not do something idiotic like create an unmitigated us-vs.-them minefield).
I am in no doubt that I will end up
And, of course, for all this I need to focus. (See 1, 2 & 3). I am seriously inspired, seriously schitzo, and seriously stinking of baby vomit.