Gail Borden Online

What was interesting about Gail Borden Online was discovering I'd already participated in a lot of the activities as a writer/blogger/performer/victim. ;-) I have done book review clips for YouTube, I blog weekly on the Good Reads blog, and my turn as a Confederate widow at the Lincoln Gala you can view on Flickr. Or right here...



I also am one of the friendly, chatty people answering questions on Ask Away Illinois, manning the Spanish queue once a week. So I guess I was Web 2.0 for a while without realizing it! For me the most fun was creating this blog, and as you can tell, I've had a lot to say and I will continue to express myself through this humble little blog.

I would like to do more podcasting. For one thing, some of us look fat, but nobody sounds fat. :-) We can offer book reviews, bibliographic instruction, menus of services, all sorts of delights via podcasting, and nobody needs to moan about how fat they look on YouTube. ;-)

Just eat the #$%@ing strawberry already

If you ever want to waste time on a professional level, i.e. make sure you never, ever get those hours back in your life, spend some time trolling the message boards on the Weight Watchers site. You will meet such an array of obsessive-compulsives, whiners, overachievers, underachievers, self-righteous Pharisees, and the just plain boring.

The people who obsess endlessly about whether they're going to eat another strawberry and need the support of strangers in cyberspace to "talk them down" are my favorites. It's a strawberry--just eat the fucking strawberry! It's a lovely little bit of fruit, pure sunshine and sweetness encapsulated in a petite red, luscious flesh. But some people think a strawberry will put them over the edge. On the other hand, these are the same people who will eat an entire tub of fat free Cool Whip and not bat an eyelash. Never mind that the stuff is most closely related to jet fuel on a molecular level.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with sarcasm: please don't consult my blog for scientifically-accurate information. All I hope to do is amuse. No, that's not true--I really don't care if you're amused or not.

Save Gas, Burn Ass

In my effort to reduce my carbon footprint as well as my caboose, I have been biking to work. I've been at it for almost two months, and I'm really enjoying it. Granted, the five minutes before I leave for work I'm in agony: "Ooooh, I don't feeeeel like riiiiiding to work," I whine to Oskee. (Whereupon he looks at me and points an accusatory paw at aforementioned fat ass.)

There are a couple of really fun hills to swoosh down on the way to work. On the way back home, there are a couple of killer hills...so I take a different route home.

My new motto is: Save Gas, Burn Ass! Or you could say, Burn Ass Not Gas! Either works.