TwoBusy: A Brief Interruption

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August 20, 2010

A Brief Interruption

Hey. Yeah. So... uh... God only knows if or when I'll find the time and energy to fill you in on the action-packed day three of my BlogHer extravaganza. Especially since I'm taking off in the morning for a long-awaited and much-anticipated week away with the family up in Maine — where despite the fact that I rented a place that was promising to install WiFi... well, let's just say I'm skeptical.

That said, I wanted to thank those of you who've stopped by here recently, and to offer you the following tidbits to tide you over until such a time as I either A) return from Maine; B) am eaten by any number of Stephen King-derived monsters; C) actually get around to writing another half-assed attempt at a post.

So. Without further ado...

1) In case you missed it - and I think most of you did - I wrote a DadCentric piece about Maine a couple of weeks ago that I think is worth checking out. Please assuage my ego by doing so. Thank you.

2) Speaking of DadCentric... there's been a real run of great, strong writing there of late. I mean, when you've got guys like PetCobra and Whit Honea and Kevin from Always Home and Uncool and The Holmes and even the only-slightly-less-frequently-seen-than-a-chupacabra Mr. Big Dubya weighing in with great stuff left, right and center... it's pretty awesome. I'm clearly the weak link in this group, so if you enjoy good writing - and I know you do - give DadCentric a little love. I think you'll find it worth your while.

3) Meanwhile... I'm still writing about the Real Housewives of New Jersey over at ye olde MamaPop, and my self-loathing for doing so is become more and more evident with each passing week. It's kind of fascinating and horrifying, all at the same time.

4) And finally, PoliteFictions 4.0 is currently - albeit slowwwwwwwwwly - making its way through its paces. This edition's focus is the idea of What Happens After, and while I've yet to go (hell: I'm still trying to figure out what the hell I'm gonna do) there are already some sweet posts up there from the likes of Jonniker and FADKOG and Mr. Lady and Ms. Picket To You and Adam P Knave and... well, it's pretty cool, and certainly a better use of your time than anything you'll find on this site.

Anyhow. That's it. Tomorrow, I head off for the land down under of a thousand dances of the lost of blueberry ales and fjords. If I'm lucky, I may never come back.

See ya on the other side.

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So. Without further ado...

1) In case you missed it - and I think most of you did - I wrote a DadCentric piece about Maine a couple of weeks ago that I think is worth checking out. Please assuage my ego by doing so. Thank you.

Anyhow. That's it. Tomorrow, I head off for the land down under of a thousand dances of the lost of blueberry ales and fjords. If I'm lucky, I may never come back.

See ya on the other side.

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