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September 03, 2006
Four Bloggers in a Room
Four bloggers in a room—sounds like the beginning of a really bad joke right? Really, it's a recipe for felony assault. To my right is Ms. Wish to See, who has given up on her quilting project after realizing she doesn't know how to sew. To my far left is Ms. Rather Be Travelling, who has an obscenely horrific iTunes playlist going on the stereo. And to my immediate left is Mr. Bad Apologies, who might not make it through the night. Because I might have to kill him. Or at least inflict grievous bodily harm. And since we're in the wilds of the country, no one will ever find the body. [Insert evil laugh now.]
We've had a nice, freakishly spicy dinner, discussed the merits of Pandora (I love love love it), observed how Ms. Rather Be Travelling's dog looks like a smaller version of a cross between a goat and the donkey from Shrek, and mocked the fact that Mr. Bad Apologies has run out of things to say and is merely regurgitating comments from our respective blogs.
We're now supposed to be doing "productive" things. As you might guess, that isn't happening. At this very moment:
Ms. Rather Be Travelling is reading all the Google results for the phrase: "one might think that, but one would be wrong" in an effort to prove that a previous boyfriend did not invent that phrase and thus should get no credit.
Ms. Wish To See is desperately trying to explain that she wasn't claiming that Previously Mentioned Boyfriend *invented* the phrase, but merely that he was the one who brought it to the group's notice and thus should retain credit.
Mr. Bad Apologies is risking his life by forgetting to listen to the responses to his questions and then having the temerity to kick me when he feels like I'm not paying adequate attention to the general conversation (ignoring the obvious fact that I'm in the middle of my own conversation). He's noted that I should be using the Google search box at the top of the webpage, instead of the Google toolbar at the top of the window, which I prefer. He's taken my seat when I went to the bathroom. He's ridiculed my photos from Seattle, and then insisted on showing me approximately 514, 892 pictures of his boy (MOSI) on his 1"x1" cell phone screen. Ooh look, MOSI at the bus stop. Ooh, look at this one, MOSI sitting on a couch. Ooh, don't forget this one, MOSI in a hallway!!
Personally, I've given up on any hope of getting real work done (as has Ms. Wish To See, who is now playing computer mah jong) and have been reduced to blogging about these delightful people sitting on the couch. I love them...but that might be the effects of the new, much-improved iTunes playlist. We might just make it through the night.
