I've got a little contest going on at Antisocial Networking. Give me your best "the day I realized I was a geek" story, and you'll have a chance to win a limited-edition, only available at Comic-Con 2006, Fred Fredburger t-shirt!
Details here. Pass it along!
My husband wraps up the weekend (and the year) here.
Now on your first anniversary, you might be prone to taking a snapshot at dinner with the waiter; handing your camera to a stranger to catch you hand in hand; you might partake of the Venetian's gondola rides and purchase a portrait of you cuddled against your loved one.
Will and I? We took photos of the in-room entertainment:
And oh yeah, tacos:
A very special thank you/shout-out to the SlackParents, who generously paid for our room and dinner at the Four Seasons' Verandah restaurant where we had our wedding reception. Thanks, SlackParents!
As of Saturday, Will and I will have been married one year.
Which means we've been dating a little less than 18 months.
Which means we know that some of you probably lost your bet. Shall we say double or nothing?
I have been swamped with multiple jobs and multiple blogs and while all of those are hitching a ride with us this weekend, we are going to Vegas. VEGAS! We were going to skip the trip in favor of something a wee less cheaper, but SlackDad put his foot down and you don't say no to SlackDad. So it's off to THEHotel for us, a teeny bit of gambling (teeny!) a lot of time by the hotel pool, and a couple days to sleep in!
Oh, and two more days to see if the person who attended the wedding who brought us nary a wedding gift nor card have been waiting until we've been married a year to send their well-wishes, or if they just don't think we're worth the effort.
I'm banking on the latter. I'm classy like that.
Speaking of classy, make sure to take my Whorebot or Spammer? poll over at Antisocial Networking!
Ladies and gents, I present to you the blog that I've been cheating on you with:
It's part Geeks' Guide to Girls, but instead of just talking about Nerdboys in the dating world, it's about online (and offline) socializing for the socially awkward (or shy!) Specifically:
Remember when the Internet was a safe haven for the socially awkward? With the advent of social networking, we're expected to be honing our social skills online and off. Antisocialnetworking is a little bit of Nerdvana: a place to ask questions and wax poetic about the politics of dating and relating in a social networking world with your host and Nerd Yenta, the slackmistress.
For anyone who's ever said to me man, I wish I could help you with that whole writing thing, here's your chance. I pitched this idea to the fabulous folks at Uber.com and they created the site for me. I am not getting paid, but this is my first opportunity to prove to a company that I've got an audience out there who's interested in what I say. (As opposed to this blog and The Post-Apocalyptic Workout, which is really just about impressing my mom.
So check it out and pass the word! You don't have to be an Uber.com member to read it, but if you love me, you'll set up a profile and join in the conversation.
Yes, I will still be blogging here. (As if I could stop!)
Loveyoumeanit,
the slackmistress
Today, at the Bill Foundation Adoption Fair:
A couple walks in with a 4-to-5 year old girl. The little girl kept shoving her fingers in cage after cage, even though we asked her and her parents to stop poking at the doggies. Finally, her dad approached the table and asked me about a dog [an adorable, poodley looking guy] that was listed as "not good with kids"
Can I still look at the dog? he asked.
Is that your daughter? I asked back.
Yes.
Then no, you can't. I'm sorry, but it says it's not good with kids. We have many great family dogs here, I'd be happy to show you them.
But that one looks like it would be the best around kids.
And I'm telling you it's not.
Another volunteer joins us. No, that dog can't be around children. According to the shelter it was in a home with children that terrorized it, so we want to find him a quiet, adults-only home.
Well, I want to look at that dog, he insists.
I'm sorry, I continue, I will be happy to have any of the volunteers show you another dog--
Clearly you don't care about these dogs, because you'd want them to go into good homes like mine, he says. He snorts and grabs his daughters hand and they stride off. Maybe he'll get her a pet lion instead.
There was also a couple who left their dog unattended in a shopping car for ten minutes and the family who boasted that of course they would keep the dog inside - that's what their garage was for! But it doesn't have A/C, so they need a sturdy dog - could we hook them up?
/headdesk
...and this is what passes for a fight in my house:
Me [walking in the door at 5pm after seeing my friend L.]: Hey, honey.
Will: Did you have fun?
Me: Yeah, we just caught up and went to Ernie's Taco House.
Will: You went to Ernie's?
Me: Yeah.
Will: I didn't know you were going to eat!
Me: It was three o'clock! We were hungry!
Will: I can't believe you had tacos without me!
Me: It was a quesadilla. Anyway, remember last week?
Will: What are you talking about?
Me: You had a burrito while I was working.
Will: I don't--
Me: You went to Los Tacos while I was at the Adoption Fair!
Will: I-- oh.
Me: So what do you want for dinner?
Will: NOTHING! ...or tacos.
My friend Carla and I always said that once we hit 65, we were retiring to Florida and bagging groceries at adjoining registers at the Piggly-Wiggly. It was between that and wearing a turban, drinking martinis by the pool and banging the pool boy.
Now that I'm married, so the pool boy scenario is out. The Piggly Wiggly is still a strong prospect, as is the Slackmistress' Home for Elderly Pit Bulls. Maybe somewhere in there Will and I will become the couple at the ballpark who shakes their angry fist at those damned kids while gumming our shared bag of peanuts.
Today I had my first eye exam in four years so they insisted on dilating my pupils*. I forgot my sunglasses, so I had to rock the little old lady sunglasses for the way home.
The Ghost of Christmas Future:
Part Roy Orbison, part Whatever-Happened-to-Baby-Jane?
What kind of old person d'you want to be?
*Check out the email I sent Will from my Blackberry here. And please use the term "afterboob" at least once today.
My friend, fellow blogger, and career Democrat Greg Dewar has more blogs than I do. There's Greg Dewar.com, the N-Judah Chronicles, and the N-Judah Sideshow. However, it's his latest blog that I believe that will be of some interest to my readers who are fans of the BSG.
My fellow Americans, are you unhappy with our current crop of Presidential Candidates? Are you looking for a leader with a larger worldview? Look no further:
I spent my afternoon with a handsome boy.
We even made out!
Hootie, along with many other fabulous dogs, is available for adoption through the Bill Foundation.
WLTV's Gary Vaynerchuk brings the thunder:
UFC's Matt Serra will hopefully bring the thunder in the next couple of minutes:
Edited to add: damn, that was BS. Yeah, he was losing, but they called it way too early.
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