Through The Looking Glass

The scene: brunch. Laurie pulls me aside in the kitchen.

Her: Annika, you’re pretty green. (Whispering) Do you use Seventh Generation toilet paper?
Me: (Far too loud) No! My tushie is tender. I use Charmin.

I am such a spazz.

I mentioned to my father that I believe we are well on the way to the Big Business takeover that precedes most great Sci-Fi. He pointed me to this article, which says all the things I’ve been saying, but with big words.

Stitchy, Stitchy, Stitchy McYarnpants…

Eric F. Myers needs $1000 to repair his roof. He’s raising the money in a pretty original manner: selling commissioned drawings of banjos for $20. More info here; spotted here.

So, my pretties. I have this gorgeous new layout, with all sorts of fancy little features. My directions were, “I want three columns and a sideblog.” This is what Vicki got from that. She is a genius, clearly.

Now I’d like your feedback. I have a few questions, and of course I’d like to know whatever else is on your mind.

1. Are the sideblog entries clearly separated? That is — is it obvious that each entry is title–text–timestamp?
2. Do you have something you’d like me to advertise, to offset the paid ads? (More on that here; the new adspace is 120 pixels wide.)
3. Would you rather the daily photo be any old thing I choose, or always be Sam?
4. And speaking of, name that box! “Photo of the Day” seems a bit wordy. Other blogs I read use “Daily Photo” and “Photo.”
5. What else would you like to see here?

I think that was all. Thanks!

I am totally unprepared to deal with the Noirbettie Awards this weekend, so I’m extending the nomination deadline until at least Monday. Go nominate someone!

Here’s what I was planning to do today:

• Get up with Sam at the ungodly hour of his choosing.
• Space out while he eats O’s.
• See Will off to work.
• Put in a load of diapers and two loads of towels.
• While they’re in the washer, make breakfast (eggs and toast).
• While they’re in the dryer, walk to Starbucks for expensive caffeinated beverage.
• While Sam either naps or plays, work on Battlestar Galactica site that should be finished already.

What I actually did today:

• Unable to handle the hour, begged Will to get up with Sam.
• Stumbled out of bed so Will could go to work.
• Read books with Sam.
• Read a few blogs.
• IMed with my mom.
• Tried to get some work done.
• Nearly missed Sam taking a few steps to bring me a book to read him.
• Decided I am a shitty mom.
• Realized I was about to faint; cooked eggs.
• Sam fell asleep in my lap. I replied to an email, read a few more blogs.
• Sam woke up abruptly when the phone rang.
• Threw us both in the shower.
• Walked to Starbucks and sat outside for half an hour.
• At a dirty table.
• Hoped no one would think I was giving my son chocolate milk. (At least it was organic.)
• Hoped no one would think I was a smoker, but really? Mostly I hoped that if they did, they wouldn’t think I smoked Capris. Blech!

Is it even possible to accomplish anything when you have a baby?