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Watersports
Filed under creepy boyfriend obsession, potty mouth
Tagged as creepy boyfriend obsession, potty mouth
Tagged as creepy boyfriend obsession, potty mouth
Flavors.Me
The other day, I was thinking about how really, I should just have one website that links to all of my crap. Because you wouldn’t believe this, but some of my friends actually seem to read more than one of my blogs.
(Tracey, of course. Bachelor Girl when she isn’t busy planning a wedding. Tessa and Ash, I think. Cristy and Bluz even commented on IS IT PEE-PEE? once or twice, which blew my mind. thickcrust, who leaves mean comments that I appreciate all the same. And Ellie, of course Ellie, who has a new blog.)
I own plenty of webspace, and I’m not afraid of buying up every URL in sight, obviously, but I wanted something even simpler than that. And I found Flavors.Me.
It’s a free website that gives you an easy-to-remember URL–mine is flavors.me/katieett–with lots of easy design options. You can have your tweets, Facebook status, Etsy products, YouTube videos, or blog posts show up directly on the site, or you can just provide links to them like I did.
Try it out!
From Hero to Zero
Today, with a little guidance from my dear friend/bitter archrival Jeff, I added this superhot navigation bar to the right side of my blog that shows a sampling (but not the entirety of, which is hilarious) my other blogs. Another incarnation of the bar had been hanging out at the top of my blog, and I hated it so much, so fixing it basically means I don’t have to ever do anything else worthwhile in my life, and I can still feel like a pretty accomplished person.
However, shortly thereafter, I got an e-mail from a woman at NYCTrip.com, a company that sells NYC sightseeing vacation packages. She contacted me yesterday about participating in and blogging about their Ground Zero and Statue of Liberty Walking Tour, which includes a trip inside the Statue itself. I haven’t been to Liberty Island in probably six years and have never been up inside the Lady, so I was pumped to write back and enthusiastically accept.
The woman responded to my acceptance with something along the lines of, “If anyone will do this tour justice textually and photographically, it is you and your brilliant, brilliant blog.” Something like that, I swear.
But then she also added, “Oh, by the way! On your website, your email is listed with a typo as plumpdumpling@unapoligeticallymundane.com.”
That’s right. I spelled my own name wrong. Not so accomplished, are we now, English major?
The Grand Canyon is Kind of Freakishly Beautiful
When we weren’t going to Disney World, my family always took weird vacations to places like Missouri and Iowa to check out the birthplaces of literary figures. As soon as I got to college, I started road-tripping to places like South Carolina and Georgia for my spring breaks. The most West Coast I’d ever gotten was a trip to Idaho with my roommate my senior year of college, and even that involved lots of greenery and snow. I never understood the point of visiting the desert and never had any desire whatsoever–I mean whatsoever–to see the Grand Canyon.
And then we flew over it on our way to California.
Don’t ask me what’s going on out in the desert to make this bright orange.
Not so bad, is it?
When the President Comes to Town
Filed under living in new york sucks so hard, politicking
Tagged as living in new york sucks so hard, midtown east, politicking
Tagged as living in new york sucks so hard, midtown east, politicking
I think that when I lived in Ohio, I was neutral-to-positive about the United Nations. I actually remember defending it to someone–my dad?–saying that even though it allows itself to be basically powerless and just for show, it’s a good idea at its core.
But now that I’m dating someone who lives literally steps from the UN headquarters, I understand that it was created entirely to take pity on people from lesser countries, give them good parking spots for their giant gas-guzzlers, and allow them a place to prance around in the ridiculous costumes of their homelands.
That’s right. The UN General Assembly meeting made me a jingoist.
It was all just so annoying. The neighborhood was littered with cops not doing anything, clumped in groups and lounging on whatever was nearby. Their undercover comrades sat on the park benches and pretended to read books, believable but for the wired earpieces sticking out of their collars. All of the streets were blocked off to non-UN traffic, so the buses we use every day were rerouted, which means we actually had to walk amongst these animals. And of course none of the bus stops actually had signs on them saying the buses weren’t stopping there.
Tuesday, I got to 42nd Street after work, and these guards were standing on the sidewalk behind some barriers, but I was like, “Yeah, I live here,” and tried to saunter by without incident, but of course one of the guards took a step backward to block me and gave me this whole run-around before sending me one block north, where there were no guards. Reeeeeeeeeal intense security, guys.
Wednesday night, I came up out of the subway, and pedestrian traffic was stopped to let one motorcade of black SUVs pass west and then another motorcade pass east on the wrong side of the road. White dudes in suits were leaning out both sides of the cars, yelling at every delivery boy and street-crosser in sight. It had to all be for the President, right? Sirens wailed and horns honked, and you could see all of the Secret-Service-looking guys crammed into the backs of the vehicles despite the tinted glass, and I stood in the middle of it like, “OH MY GOD THIS IS AWESOME.” Because I am from Ohio and am easily impressed by shiny things.
Oh, UN.
