Friday night blogging Whilst Beer

First of all this:



You need to play this song very loud and dance around and wear a tight pencil skirt and buy a Hammond piano. All these things will make you teh happy. Especially if you are usually a man.

Second of all, I'd like to institute a Friday night beer blog bash where bloggers have a few and write stuff just like in high school or college or whenever it is you started using mind altering substances - beer...wine coolers...pixie stix...food coloring...MSG...and etc. - and then got all deep and poetic.

I'ld like to institute this except now it's Saturday morning early and it's just too late for Friday night now.

Third of all, have you hit replay on that video yet?

I honestly think - and I say this in all sincerity, I've picked this from my "good ideas" bin and boy oh boy is it loaded with good ideas - but I think that what the Democrat party could really do for Teh Unity after the horrible divisions and multiplicacities of this past primary season is to have Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton sing this song as a duet on television in black and white on the old Ready Steady Go set. Seriously. I'd so vote for them then.

Have you hit replay on this song again yet? you should. I did. I can sing this song. Not well. but I'll do it and that's a promise and a threat.

hey...sometimes I wonder who is reading my blog. I mean, all those other times when I' m not posting photos of myself in dissarray. I see the hits from Dubai and Sao Paolo, but I know they're just looking for that naked photo of David Suzuki.

I'm trying to think of some way to gauge this other than a contest to win my toaster. And that's not just because i'm trying to get rid of my toaster as an excuse to buy a new one.

Damn...the song is over again. How about this one. This one is good too. Dang...YouTube won't let me imbed it. Open it in a new window, would ya?

I was thinking that everyone could post in the comments with...uh...their favorite word. And then I'd take all those words and use them to write an epic poem. Or a new Mark Ronson song. Or a play. Or a word search puzzle to send to George Bush to keep him busy until January.

No?

Okay. Now listen to this. really...it will make you feel all...all...one in the morning. I don't know what's up with the video, but thesong is melty warm.

Now...one last thing I need to say before I head to hit the hay.

BlogHer.

It makes me weep big goofy tears all down the front of my blouse to think that I can't make it there yet again. This big problem, as I see it, it that San Francisco isn't in Philadelphia. Because if San Francisco were in Philadelphia then I would be there even if there were a cheese steak store and some big guy in and Eagles jersey puking on the corner of Haight and Ashbury. The second problem is that I am not Dooce's valet. Because then I'm sure I could be all like "Hey, Dooce, let me valet for your laptop and you can write my plane ticket off as a business expense and I promise I won't go network while you need me to plug in your laptop and fetch you pretzels and more Sharpies to sign autographs."

As it is, a plane ticket to SanFrancisco from Harrisburg is like as much money as a new 40-year shingle roof and a pair of allegator skin contact lenses.

So like, next year, what's say BlogHer is somewhere closer for me and MamaTulip to drive to? I hear that the Camp Hill Mall is nice. Or Lancaster, PA what with the Amish and all...there would be little competition for bandwidth, right? But my vote is Philly.

Anwyaw, I'm going to be at the DC mini BlogHer and I hope that you will be there, too. It's only one day to fit in three days of partying conferencing and networking.

Will you be there? Wanna be my roommate? I don't snore and I won't play this song on my iPod steroe all night, I promise.

But if there's drunk BlogHer karaoke, I can't promise i won't try to sing it.

I hear Sweetney does a wicked awesome version of Photograph, but I'm not sure if it's the Ringo Starr version or the Def Leppard version.

Allright.

Time to take my contact lenses out and say nighty night.

OH! and next week, I'm going ta be gone with my little doods and I need someone to tend house here with a blog post or two. Any takers? The keys to the Halushki kingdom. Think about it.

Night night. Kiss kiss.