See that cover graphic? Normally, where I’m going this weekend, I’d be
pimping marketing a book with that cover like crazy. I’d most likely be on a panel. Most likely scheduled bright and early on Sunday morning , when I’m really exhausted and hungover.
But I didn’t register for this year’s conference, because I was afraid I’d kill myself. I’m joking, of course. I just figured I’d skip it this year. Really!
However, I’ve changed my mind, at the last minute. And the explanation is sort of in this post, if you’d like to read it. At least, it explains how I started that blog and some other things. Maybe.
So … to make it up to you, here’s World O’ Crap’s look at Joseph Farah on the Trayvon Martin case. Or why you shouldn’t answer your door or take a walk in your neighborhood without packing heat.
Which reminds me of a weird conversation a guy on our street had with my husband. The guy said some woman was at his door and he couldn’t understand her. Then, he said, “Who do you think sent her?”
And I’m thinking, I don’t know. WTF? Aliens? Who sent you here?
Finally, a post from another blog in which I seek solutions. #iamfoolish
So … let’s go out swinging, shall we? Until Monday. (Via Nik Nak’s Old Peculiar)
UPDATE: Hurray for the Washington Capitals and Joel Ward! Isn’t it nice to ignore ridiculous jokes?