Somehow I managed to find the right index.php file I needed to fix this site last night. (If you hadn’t stopped by in the past week or so I’ll spare you the techie details, but last Thursday, after I’d installed WordPress, I started playing ball in the house, so to speak, and I done broke my index page.) But I’m back up, and there’s still more things to be done with the site, but the archives are now all in one place, with old Blogger entries and Moveable Type stuff together at last. Soon I’ll update the links and the FAQs and everything will be peachy.
Hey! Tomorrow night I’ll be reading and stuff at The Book Cellar in Lincoln Square along with Zulkey and Amy K. Rosenthal for their Local Author night. The “and stuff” part will be where I give a talk on getting children’s books published (that’s my day job, don’t you know), and where you learn all my extremely cranky editor opinions. Please come. There will be wine.
And hey! Remember these single girl valentines I made a couple of years ago? I’d taken them down because about a bajillion MySpace readers were hotlinking to them, especially this one, and it was annoying, but I uploaded them to Flickr last night, where you can OMG LOL over them as much as you damn well please without sucking my bandwidth.
Anyway, I’m not as single as I was when I first posted those things, am I? I’m going to make dinner for Chris tonight and then we’re going to go country dancing, and drink some quarter beers, and nine months ago yesterday was our first date, and I’d say more, but–well, I’ll say it to him. And I don’t even have to wait until we’re drunk. Suffice it to say I think he is the guy for me.
But I haven’t forgotten about you, you know. Just because I never post and I’m always “busy” and have “articles to write” and whatnot doesn’t mean you’re not my butterfly. That’s why I wrote you a Valentine’s Day song. I hope you like it!
Aw. Yay, Wendy and Chris. Do we get to hear the story of how you met, pretty please?
We met at the Funny Ha-Ha show at the Double Door, where I’d done a reading. He’d come to see his friends in Schadenfreude but he’d seen my site before. Oh, and it was his birthday. And I’d done two events that night–first a bookstore across town and then I’d hopped in a cab to this show–and then had to keep going into the bathroom to have my picture taken by the Chicago Reader photographer, and it was a very stressful night, and when I was all done I used my drink tickets all at once and then Birthday Boy and I hit on each other.
Noooo! You’ll be doing a reading with She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! Just when I think the world is safe again….
Noooo! You’ll be doing a reading with She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! Just when I think the world is safe again….
Thank Fucking God indeed. I was, like, totally having Pound withdrawal symptoms and stuff. Now I have had my fix… ahhhhh.
Your song brought me to tears. I really felt the love.
I’m glad things are going so well for you in un-single-land! I hope you have many years filled with karaoke nights!
That may be the best Valentine’s Day song ever written. First Willie Nelson and his gay cowboy song, now this. Valentine 2006 has been something special.
Also, I wanted to say that your posts frequently make me LOL for real. And thanks for being a less than skinny girl role model.
Ouch, that song hurt my hears. It was so bad, I had a birthday song emailed to my brother. Because I am such a good sister.