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Best Week Ever Tweet Up
Last night I went to the Best Week Ever tweet up and before you even shake your head, it was fun and it was about Twitter and Best Week Ever so just shut it, okay? I took some photos and uploaded to twitpic but I wanted to post them here, too. Above is a photo of the drinks they were serving.
And then here’s me wearing a name tag because everyone was wearing name tags and I’m a follower.
OMG! A follower! I just made a twitter joke and I didn’t even mean to! Kind of hate myself right now!
And then here’s Pat Kiernan of NY1 around whom I kind of fawned because he’s a NY institution.
And then after the tweet up we went to Crocodile Lounge where I got in touch with my skeeball roots. I’ve kind of lost my skeeball skills I’m sad to say but I think I could get them back if I worked at it.
And now I have to go wash this TV makeup off my face because I’m getting that uncomfortable TV Makeup Is Eating My Face feeling. I’m sure I have more to tell you but why rush into everything right now, you know?
My imitation of me
Hey you guys. Don’t be scared by the new design. I’m still the same old gal except now my name is Debra and I enjoy putting together fruit baskets. Not eating them, cuz I’m watching my carbs, but designing them. Edible bouquets, I call them. Sometimes other gals will ring me up, you know, on the old telly and I’ll be like MARGE it’s for you because I always assume when someone’s buzzing us on the horn that it’s gonna be for MARGE because she’s popular and spells her name in all caps. MARGE I say, yelling at the top of my lungs, PICK UP THE PHONE. She never does though because she died four years ago. Bet you didn’t see that coming. Frankly I didn’t either. I thought she was still in the other room painting her toenails and being a royal pain in the ass with the way she’s always talking about Italy.
Anyway, so Ma Bell is just blowing up and no one’s answering. Who could that be giving us a jingle jangle? Who’s buzzing? What the hell was I talking about? Dammit I forget. Oh yes, sometimes ladies will give me the old honkaroo wondering if I can design a randy fruit basket for a bachelorette party and that is where I draw the line. No funny stuff with bananas. That’s not the kind of business I run.
But none of that was what I was going to say and none of that is my imitation of me. My imitation of me is as follows. Oh and by the way this is my imitation of me while working on the new design for the blog with Andrew Mager who is awesome:
Hey so do you think we could try this photo instead?
Wait, what about this one?
Hm, I thought I would like that one but what about this one?
Hm, what do you think? Let’s try this one.
Don’t hate me but could we try this one?
I don’t know what I want to see there, can you make a collage? Of all of them? But not that one? How about this one?
Wait, what about this one?
GOD DAMMIT WHERE IS THAT DUCKLING PHOTO? This is all MARGE’S fault.
Oh, you haven’t gotten up to pee all day and your butt just fell asleep? Ok, how about one more quick thing? How about just this photo?
And by that what I mean to say is that if you’re working with me you get to see a lot of photos of me and that is truly its own reward.
Handy
Check it out, you guys! Joe “framed” the delightful photo of me post-stickering and put it up on The Activity Pit. The best part of this frame? Two different arms are holding it. Right? Right. Also: Left? Exactly.
Here’s me on Geraldo
Thanks to Joe McDonald for making this so fast that I’m pretty sure he had made it before I even appeared on the show. If I’d known I could have watched ahead of time to hear what I had to say.
See me on Geraldo on Sunday between 10pm and 11pm ET
Oh, like you were really going to watch the Oscars anyway? I’ll be on Geraldo talking about OctoMom. I’m going to whelp 10 kids of my own by Sunday night, by the way, so that I can be DecaMom. Or maybe I’ll have six and be HexaMom. I could go on, if I knew more number words. TetraMom?
Not to be a total girl…
but I just shed a few tears… because I felt overwhelmed! And misunderstood! And get this, not because I’m overwhelmed with work, because I am, but overwhelmed with having to wrap presents.
I mean really.
And speaking of female matters, as someone who possesses ovaries and a television set I felt it my duty to attempt to watch Grey’s Anatomy last night. I say attempt because I had trouble caring. I mean, the scene where they had to apply constant pressure (i.e. hug) the Asperger’s doctor? Give me a break. And then the scene where … OH SPOILER ALERT… I should have said that earlier. Sorry. Anyway the scene where Yang hugs the war doctor even though he’s saying no and freaking out? You really can’t hug the unwilling. I mean, sometimes you can, but more often you can’t. Ducklings though, you can soothe by making a little nest with your hands and holding them tight and they’ll relax and fall asleep. Full grown human beings are harder to fit in your hands, I find.
Also, I have many thoughts about The Real World. Perhaps I will share them. But not now.
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