It wasn’t quite a rant — more like a frustrated cry to the blogging heavens. I channeled Brett and he would have told me to delete it so I did. I’m still frustrated but am not sure if I’m being helpful or passive aggressive so erred on the side of not putting things down to live on in internet infamy.

Bleah.

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Someone tried to get into my google account today. At least I guess that’s what happened because I got a notice saying that I needed to click here to change my password and I have no desire to change my password. My password is fine, thanks.

Dang interwebz.

I’m looking ahead at a fairly low-key workweek what with the 4th rearing it’s patriotic head at the end of it. I got most of what I needed to get done today, which means I can play catch up on some other things and maybe (gasp!) even do some writing for myself. I’m also working on some minor edits for an essay set to appear in an anthology this fall/winter (not announcing anything ’til I know it’s a done deal).

Rain is good for my writing mood especially when accompanied by cool weather. Reminds me of Portland. Ahhh, that paradise of the Pacific Northwest!!

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Here on Vimeo. (Password is the same as for the pictures!)

Dang, they are cute.

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We spent about six hours there yesterday, mostly people-watching and looking for bare-breasted women. I told Kristen and Abby that it’s like a grown-up version of Where’s Waldo. Kristen was there in part as an official photographer for the event and she was looking for folks who accurately illustrated the spirit of ComFest and topless women with painted breasts certainly fall into that category.

We stopped by Amy’s booth, which was looking gorgeous with lots of little (and bigger) pretties. Although she was fully-clothed, she was also a grand example of the spirit of ComFest being joyful and welcoming and ready with hugs.

I’m feeling absolutely exhausted today. I saw on Abby’s twitter that she got up and did all sorts of fun, active things, which I find astonishing because, seriously, I am hammered. All those people! All those crowds! I couldn’t stop scanning them — too much information coming into my addled brain. I just start to shut down and it wears me the heck out. But I sent Noah out to pick me up a Diet Coke because I’m going out with Leslie tonight to join the celebration for a friend who just got her MFA in creative nonfiction. Go Lia!!

I always think (and dread) that I’ll run into someone from my former life as a self-centered, pseudo punk rock teen at ComFest and you know what? These last two times I’ve gone I haven’t. It’s gotten so big that it’s impossible to see everyone there (it used to be that it was impossible to avoid anyone there) so I not only didn’t see people I wanted to avoid, I also didn’t see people I wanted to see. Rats.

Although I don’t know if Lisa Mirman made her annual trip up from New Orleans this year so maybe I missed her ‘cuz she wasn’t here. Ack! I miss her!! Must go dig up her email now.

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I’m in a rush — had some emergency last-minute jobs fall in my lap, one preschooler meltdown and now having to finish off work so I can head out to Com Fest with the delightful Kristen and Abby. I’m going kicking and screaming (crowds, heat, way too much patchouli) but I’m going.

But first I wanted to post this amazing picture of my amazing daughter taken about four years ago because I was telling someone about it last night. She is three and a half months old in these pictures. She was crawling beautifully by six months old (so was Noah — they both started commando crawling around four months but she started earlier) and walking at eight months. (Noah also walked at eight months but about two weeks later than she did.) My kids are SUPER STARS!

(As always, click to make bigger.) These are lousy shots, I know but I was working in an underslept haze in those days. I pretty much spent ALL DAY lying next to that cloth circle (made by a friend) handing Madison toys and trying to keep her entertained.

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