Being Amber Rhea

A year ago, it was National Drunk Blogging Day, thanks to Rootie’s ingenious idea. That was the last time I’ve been drunk, unless I’m overlooking something (and if I am, I’m sure someone will come along to correct me). Also, I met Doug in person for the first time that night. I remember Shelby saying, “Oh, god, you’re that Doug Monroe…” thinking he must’ve made a horrible first impression. Clearly he underestimated Doug.

Looking back, here are some highlights from my drunkblogging stint:

After I finish this 3rd drink, I think it’ll probably time to start ranting about porn, sex shops, and classism. Get ready fuckers!!

Now I feel like I should talk about some history of me and drinking. Watch out, I may start to emote all over the place. The first time I got drunk was when I left my old/new job the first time - Oct. 7, 2005. I blogged about it … Im too lazy to link to the post tho, so if you just search the archives you’ll find it. Since then I have been drunk maybe 3 other times… actually, Ryan was invilved in all of those, ha! He is a bad influence! (Or a good one?)

Now it might get racy… already on Rusty’s blog we’re talkijng about what he thinks about when he jerks off. I don’t like the way he write all his updates in 1 post, but whatever, it’s his prerogative.

So now I’m sipping my vodka and redbull. Rusty diluted it so the vodka doesn’t fucking kill me.

And now my mom totally HATES that she reads this blog!! (I know she reads it. Even if she says she doesn’t. But you know what, I am an ADULT and I can do what I want! She should understand that by now! I’m 27 years old, dammit.)

So over at fucking Will Hinton’s blog a few weeks ago, that guy Expat Teacher wrote some shit about “porn deadens sex.” O, woe is me, I’ve never heard that line before!! First of all, I fucking HATE how people will throw out a fucking platitude like that and just expect everyone to just swallow it, without asking what the fuck they even MEAN by that statement or anything. Everyone is just supposed to nod approvingly. Because we all just KNOW that porn is wrong an dbad, right? Right??

And plus, I kind of feel like, if I decide NOT to grow my hair out, then I should go to amateur night and represent for all the sexy short-haired girls out there! And everyone who’s an asshole about it will be like, “Hot damn, look at her dance, she’s really good… maybe short-haired strippers are okay after all!”

And my favorite comment of the night came from Dacia:

Apparently, for you, drinking = exclamation points.

I look forward to watching your punctuation as you continue to imbibe this evening.

That was a fun night. Which is weird for me because usually I do not have fun when there is a lot of drinking involved. But on some carefully planned occasions (like NaDruBloDa, or the first time I left the Old/New Job) it can be fun.

Should we do another NaDruBloDa at some point in 2008?

As I said at Sara’s, I spent much of the day avoiding eye contact with my laptop. In fact, I lolled in bed until about 1:00 p.m.

NaDruBloDa was fun times, but yeah, it definitely has to be a once-a-year kind of thing. And you will be happy to know I resisted all temptation to edit my drunkblogging posts. (I did add a clarification to one, but it’s clearly marked as such and I didn’t delete anything that was already there.)

For now, I’m just going to repost a slightly-edited-for-context version of something I wrote in a comment at (soon to be renamed?) I Shame the Matriarchy.

One thing that really upsets me when certain radical feminists dismissively refer to those who disagree with them as “pro-pornies” is that many of us agree with them that there are lots of problems with porn. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I can speak for myself in saying that yep, most mainstream porn is shite as far as I’m concerned, and with some of it I cannot stop my brain from wondering about the people involved.

The main difference between those of us who are cast as “pro-pornies” and the radfems who cast us as such is, I think, that we - well, at least, I - see this type of porn as a symptom of a larger, deeper problem, rather than the problem itself. I see absolutely nothing wrong with porn in and of itself - that is, photos or videos of consenting adults having sex. I see nothing wrong with material that is designed with the express purpose of sexual arousal.

So, again: fucked-up porn is a symptom, not the problem. And it’s disingenuous to speak of porn as if it’s a monolith. There is no “all porn.”

Tomorrow I’ll write some kind of year-end wrap-up thing. G’night for now!

Goddammit someone peed all over the toilet seat, so then I had no choice but to do the same. Argh.

I should mention some stuff about who’s here and whatnot. Well, first of all, we have been sitting here for over 4 hours. It has flown by. “We” was me, Rusty, Griftdrift, and Sara for the first hour or so. Then Shelby showed up. And about 20 minutes ago, Doug Monroe showed up. So that’s who “we” are now. (Rusty is ranting about Web 2.0 and doing his podcast spiel. He just used the word “widgetize.” He cracks me the fuck up. And he’s a hand-talker.)

Not sure how much longer we’ll be here. I’m getting tired. We might go to the Clermont Lounge after this, but I’m starting to wonder if i’ll be able to stay awake for it.

I have no energy left to write about any kind of serious topic anymore. So for my final(?) post of the night, I think I’ll write about my nervousness about possibly being a short-haired stripper. Because guess what! Sometimes I am really fucking self-conscious!

And when I say “stripper” of course I am referring to my plans to go to amateur night next summer. I’m thinking positive thoughts about it - I am going to KICK ASS! By that point I should even know how to go upside down.

But see, I feel kind of uncomfortable bc I wonder what people think of a short-haired stripper. I didn’t see any strippers at the Pink Pony with hair as short as mine. Some of them had kind of short hair but it was like just above shoulder length (like the one who kind of looked like a darker-skinned version of Dacia - glasses and everything - and I wanted to get a lapdance from her but then she went away). When you have short hair like mine you can’t sling it around all cool. In pole dancing class, it looks awesome when some of the women with longer hair do that shit.

I’ve been thinking about growing my hair out, just as an experiment… because I’ve had it this length for almost 10 years, and I wonder what would happen if I grew it out. Tentatively I’m going through with it, but I don’t know how long I’ll stay committed… because the thing is, I HATE messing with my hair. If it takes more than 30 seconds, I can’t be bothered.

And plus, I kind of feel like, if I decide NOT to grow my hair out, then I should go to amateur night and represent for all the sexy short-haired girls out there! And everyone who’s an asshole about it will be like, “Hot damn, look at her dance, she’s really good… maybe short-haired strippers are okay after all!” (I might spike it up a little or something, but nothing too elaborate.)

So what do you think of short-haired strippers. And have you seen any at any clubs or anywhere?

Oh and one other slightly off-topic thing… for anyone who comes along here and wants to spout off at the mouth like a dumbass… I will just say once AGAIN for the record, YES, this pole dancing thing has been REALLY fucking empowering and liberating for me! It is without a doubt one of the best things I’ve done for myself in 2006, and I have high hopes for things only getting BETTER in 2007!!

This photo is not from tonight. It’s from February, when Jenny, Niki, and I got together in DC and were boozing in the hotel restaurant. But it came up in my random Flickr sidebar, and I thought it was appropriate, so I figured I’d include it in my next post.

Anyway. If I don’t start ranting now, then when? But I’m kind of drunk and it’s hard, and I still have this on-again, off-again headache. And Sara is distracting me. But I’ll just jump right in and give it a try.

So over at fucking Will Hinton’s blog a few weeks ago, that guy Expat Teacher wrote some shit about “porn deadens sex.” O, woe is me, I’ve never heard that line before!! First of all, I fucking HATE how people will throw out a fucking platitude like that and just expect everyone to just swallow it, without asking what the fuck they even MEAN by that statement or anything. Everyone is just supposed to nod approvingly. Because we all just KNOW that porn is wrong an dbad, right? Right??

Those fuckers in that thread absolutely REFUSED to hear what I was saying. I lose my patience real fast with some people. I mean, when people just refuse to hear me? Then what the fuck can I do? There’s nothing else that I can do at that point. I have made myself excrutiatingly clear, endured personal attacks and having my words twisted all around,m posted explanation after explanation, and still… they DON’T. FUCKING. GET IT.

The absolute funniest part was when some guy (and most of them were your garden variety straight white middle-class males, of course) ended up saying EXACTLY the same thign I had said, but as if it were COUNTER to my argument!! So then I posted his shit and my shit side by side to call him out… natch, no response. Here’s the link to that specific comment. (It’s good I can still do links, right?)

And not a one of them comprehended ANYTHING I was saying about class. Guess what?? That’s because they are head-up-their-asses, middle class white dudes with THE MOST privilege of any type of people in this society, and guess what, that’s why they can’t see it!! It’s awlasy these kinds of fuckers who like to think we live in a meritocracy. That’s bc they don’t realize all the shit they THINK has happened to them out of a meritocracy, is largely because of them being at the top of the fucking heap. Someone said on a blog somewhere, the best way to think of privilege is, if one person is on a smooth road and another is on a road filled with potholes, let’s not say one is a better driver. Or wait, maybe that wasn’t it. Maybe it was like, let’s not blame the car. Ah shit. I am fucking this up. Anyway, I think I have it bookrmarked in delicious somewhere… it was some brilliant stuff. I’ll find it later. –[Sober update: The analogy I was grasping for came from Alas, A Blog (via The Angry Black Woman). Here's the part I was trying (and failing) to articulate: "Imagine two roads: one smooth, well-paved, well-maintained, the other lumpy and full of cracks and pits. Most people will drive over the smooth road without even noticing it - but that doesn't mean that the smooth road hasn't facilitated their driving. Nor does it mean that the person driving on the smooth road has more merit, as a driver, than someone stuck on pothole avenue."]–

So here’s what I want to talk about with class. This guy was all, “I would like to see sex shops zoned into a particular area.” Well that’s how it Already IS, fucker!! That’s how it’;s BEEN for decades now, and guess what, that’s where the PROBLOEMS come from! Just think for one nanosecond about the term “slumming.” That is fucked up. That implies a direct corrolation between porn/sex/dirty stuff and LOW CLASS. And let’s not forget lower class folks are presumed to be “wilder” and all that bullshit… oh and when it comes to sex shops, strip clubs, etc., eben if they DON’T want it in their neighborhood, guess who has the most effect when it comes to NIMBY (not in my back yard) bullshit? It’s not the poor!

Look I was blind to a lot of this stuff (not all of it tho) for a long time but now that I see it? I fucking see it EVERYWHERE, and it pisses me the fuck off!! Because to me it is now so fucking OBVIOUS, that it pisses me off that some people just.don’t.see it.

Okay and this is one of the main things that annoyed me about Pamela Paul’s book Pornified too. She doesn;t want porn to go away. She just wants it to go back to being something confined to the wrong side of the tracks. And she doesn’t see anything wrong with that! She just puts it out there like there’s nothing worth examining. She even used the phrase “low class stripper” a couple times and just didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. (She also misquoted Andrea Dworkin, and while I am no Dworkin fan, it pisses me off when people misquote so egregiously, especially with feminists who get a bad rep anyway just for being feminists. She NEVER SAID that thing about “all sex is rape.” THat is a MADE UP LINE and somehow Paul’s editor let that shit slide!!) Check out Amy’s review of Pornified… even tho she is a radfem and anti-porn and I disagree w/ her on a lot of stuff, her review pretty much sums up the problem with the book.

I truly believe that until we begin to dismantle this deeply entrenched classism that is directly intertwined with erotophobia in this country, we will never make any real progress.

Well, this did not make any sense. But I’m going to go ahead and post it because it’s LONG. I’ll try to write more on this subject later. I want to talk about why sex workers are so reviled and why it’s total bullshit the way some radfems say “sex workers are the patriarchy’s dream girl”. No they fucking are not, you idiots!!

More to come. Later. Maybe. I hope. Arrrrrgh.

And I am really afraid that I will throw up. I DO NOT want to throw up!! I may need to order more food. (Earlier I had a chicken sandwich.) at least I have this glass of water. I’ve decided to really nurse this vodka and redbull.

Okay so I think I’ve discovered that when Iget drunk I get really sensitive. I mean more so that I already am.

I’m sitting here thinking that I hope our waitress doesn’t hate us. ANd that I hope I don’t seem too obnoxious. I don’t want to be the obnozious drunk girl! Also I hope you don’t all hate me when like 10 posts come thru in my RSS and they all have “drunkblog” in the title.

And sometimes I wish I used Wordpress. But not really..

Now it might get racy… already on Rusty’s blog we’re talkijng about what he thinks about when he jerks off. I don’t like the way he write all his updates in 1 post, but whatever, it’s his prerogative.

So now I’m sipping my vodka and redbull. Rusty diluted it so the vodka doesn’t fucking kill me.

And I hope I don’t spill anything on my laptop. Even though it’s almost 3 years old and slow as shit, I still love it and don’t want anything to happen to it.

So one other thing before ranting… and since I said it might get racy. The other day we made homemade porn. And I think we need to make more of it. But one thing I didn’t really expect was it was really hard for me to wartch myself comming… so that’s why I think we need to make more of it, so I can be comfortable w/ it. But I’ve had sex in front of other people and it’s been TOTALLY FINE and felt perfectly normal and good and right. It’s just the watching myself thing. Even tho I am totally comfortable with DOING it, what I discovered was I don’t look the way I feel, and that makes me feel weird and uncomfortable and uneasy and vulnerable. Rusty says it’s hot and I wish I could believe him. I’m trying.. so that’s another goal for 2007, I’ve decided.

And now my mom totally HATES that she reads this blog!! (I know she reads it. Even if she says she doesn’t. But you know what, I am an ADULT and I can do what I want! She should understand that by now! I’m 27 years old, dammit.)

Sara said if you pee clear it means you’r drunk. I don’t know about that.

I just finished my 3rd fuzzy navel. They ordered me a shot of vodka and red bull. (ANd I ordered water so I don’t get sick.)

Now I feel like I should talk about some history of me and drinking. Watch out, I may start to emote all over the place. The first time I got drunk was when I left my old/new job the first time - Oct. 7, 2005. I blogged about it … Im too lazy to link to the post tho, so if you just search the archives you’ll find it. Since then I have been drunk maybe 3 other times… actually, Ryan was invilved in all of those, ha! He is a bad influence! (Or a good one?)

In college at UGA, I once wrote a letter to the student paper about why it’s possibl;e to have fun in college without drinking. I always felt uncomofrtable around drinking, actually. This is, I’m sure, largely due to the firsthand experience I had wuith it since I was a little kid all the way thru my life… bc my dad is a serious alcoholic. And it took years of therapy for me teven to be able to SAY that! Even though I always knew it in my heart, saying it, admitting it, somehow makes it “real”… and I couldn’t do it, for the longest time. I never really had a model of healthy drinking. And let’s be honest, the way college students binge drink and all that shit is not healthy. And it never appealed to me anyway… who wants to puke all over the place? That does not sound fun. Maybe if you grew up in a really religiouslly moral household or something, where there was NO DRINKING AT ALL, then aybe you would need to let off some steam and indulge in all that shit? But it kind of seems like acting out, but whatever, who am I to judge… people need to do what they need to do… but I still don’t want to be around it, and people should’t try to make me feel weird becayse of that (like some of them did in colege). I say FUCK THEM!

So now that I’m in a more supportive enviriboment, I can have fun with it, but I still don’t drink very much AT ALL, nor do I want to. And here’s the other thing! I don’t like the taste of most alcohol! It’s disgusting as far as I’m concerned! Beer is gross, I cannot drink it. And the kinds of drinks I like, they have to have enough flavor in them to MASK the taste of the alcohol itself. Hence fuzzy navels, amaretto sours, hell even screwdrivers…

And now the glass of vodka on ice and TWO cans of redbull has arrived… oh god. We’ll see how this goes, won’t we!

once I get to my porn rant (that’s coming soon), i hope I’m still coherent enough to make sense and not make too many typos. I know I’m already making typos, but I’ve decided not to go back and correct all of them bc it would take too long… and for some reason using the ‘backspace’ key seems to take longer than regular typing. I don’ tknow what that’s about.

Stay tuned, I hope my rant will at least make some sense and not just be stupid idiotic drunken jibberish. :P

After my 2nd fuzzy navel I am now feeling a little tipsy. Yes, I am a lightweight. Ah, my 3rd one just arrived.

I have a headache and I’m hoping it’ll go away soon. This is something I really hate about myself. Okay, not HATE, that’s not the word. It annoys me. I get headaches ALL THE TIME. And the only thing that makes them go away is Excedrin (the magic combination of acetamenophen, aspirin, and caffeine). There isn’t a store that sells such a thing within walking distance and I’m getting worried, what will I do if this headache gets worse and I need medication? I asked Sara whether alcohol would make my headache get worst or better… she said it would get better “at first.” Whatever that means. So… I am hopeful.

After I finish this 3rd drink, I think it’ll probably time to start ranting about porn, sex shops, and classism. Get ready fuckers!!

We’ve arrived at The Highlander after an expensive cab ride. Rusty, Griftdrift, and I are sitting here at the table waiting to get drunk. I have my requisite starter fuzzy navel… I’ll try to keep tabs for you on what I’m drinking as the night progresses. I hope to get in some good ranting here!! Stay tuned.

Well, here I am, trying to get back into the swing of the whole blogging thing. I haven’t spent much time on the computer over the past several days, and that’s been just fine and dandy with me. I expect I’ll be back with a vengeance of some variety tomorrow, it being National Drunk Blogging Day after all. The plan as of now is for Rusty, Sara, Griftdrift, and I to take our laptops to a bar with wifi and drunkblog there for a while, then hit the Clermont Lounge. And then maybe drunkblog some more at home, if I’m not asleep by then.

Aside: my upstairs neighbor is, by the sound of things, sawing something. WTF?

So, an anecdote, until I can think of something else to write about. Last night, Rusty and I went to the Pink Pony. I’d never been before, and I’m happy to report that I’m easily a better pole dancer than ~60% of the dancers there. Probably more than that (you can ask Rusty), but you know me, ever the humble one. There were two dancers in particular who were seriously impressive… climbing upside down, hanging from the ceiling, all kinds of insane shit. They were serious. There were a few others who were really good, but I imagine by the time I finish the level 3 class, I’ll be at that point, or close to it.

Which brings me to one of my goals for 2007: go to an amateur night competition at a strip club. I’m thinking probably around late summer is when I’ll be at the point where I can actually do it. I’m excited now after going to the Pink Pony last night, because I feel like it’s not an unrealistic goal. And when I do it, there will be a podcast, of course!

Speaking of podcasts, you should check out the end-of-year episode of Mostly ITP.

Stay tuned for drunkblogging - probably including lots of good rants - tomorrow! If you’re participating too, cheers!

Lately I feel moved to call bullshit wherever I see it. (Moreso that usual, I mean.) Here are a few things you can do to prevent being called on your bullshit:

• Stop calling women sluts or whores or cunts - especially if you consider yourself liberal/progressive/feminist. It’s not funny. It’s the same old shit in a new pacakge.
• Stop assuming that everyone accepts the default position that sex work is soooo terrible. Try thinking for a change.
• Porn isn’t a monolith, so stop talking about it like it is. You sound stupid.
• Stop subscribing to the same tired old stereotypes about women and sex. They creep up in the nastiest places amongst the “progressive” types, ya know?
• Stop acting like getting naked for money is the worst possible thing ever.
• Men: stop talking for women. Listen for a change.
• White women: stop talking for women of color. Listen for a change.

More to come. I’ve got a post brewing, but I think I might save it for NaDruBloDa, because it would be more fun that way.

Speaking of which… Moe’s and Joe’s, Dec. 29th? Do they have wifi?

When NaDruBloDa rolls around, maybe I’ll finally let down all of my inhibitions and post all the shit I’ve always WANTED to post but never did, for various reasons. (Except the stuff I haven’t posted because I’m afraid it might get me sued. I doubt I’d get drunk enough to lose ALL sense.)

You know I’ve been trying to battle self-censorship, as much as I can. I need to sit back and remember, sometimes, what this blog was supposed to be for in the first place. A place for me to write whatever I want - and not have to worry about each and every word, turn of phrase, etc. and how it might be interpreted. Because fuck it all, this blog was supposed to be for ME, not for anyone else. And even though I’ve mostly gotten over the fact that, for example, my mom reads it (even though she says she doesn’t), because I’m a goddamn grown woman and I shouldn’t worry about whether or not I have a potty mouth around my mommy… but still, just in general, there’s a block there. I think it’s because I blog under my real name.

Just now, on my iPod, Liz Phair says: “Listen here young lady, all that matters is what makes you happy.”

This is stream of consciousness, while I wait for the software we’re using at work to come back up. (They had to do a server restart or somesuch bullshit.)

Here’s something seemingly random. I’m sick to death of people saying “There are tons of sex positive messages in this society, everywhere I look.” Sorry, no. Cosmo and Glamour aren’t the pinnacles of a sex-positive society. Paris Hilton ain’t it. GGW sure as shit ain’t it. Next.

I found this to be an interesting article. I know what the criticisms of it will be, and some of it’s legit, but goddamn, it’s a quick post on the web, not a master’s thesis. I will probably write about this in more detail later, but here is one of my favorite excerpts:

While American culture remains very puritanical and sex-negative - and sex is used to sell everything from car waxes to diet colas to Britney Spears’ “music” - pornography is one of the only genres that advocates for positive sexual experimentation, openness and expression. The porn that we need more of is the kind that portrays men and women as sexual equals and revels in the glories of mutual pleasure between willing individuals, whether involving one, two or more.

It also includes a reference to Ellen Willis. Kickass.

Also, here’s something I wrote on a thread at RenEv’s blog. The italicized part is me quoting another commenter:

*sigh*… for anyone who wonders why RE gets REALLY FUCKING ANNOYED sometimes…

It’s just that I question your motives as to why you prefer the work (really look deep inside - but it’s your choice as to how deep), and you say you have no problem having sex with men you do not fancy - why? I am just trying to understand.

See… if I were RE, I would NOT be able to remain as patient and calm as she does. I mean, *I* am sick of such questions, and I’m not even a sex worker! It gets old real fast when people are constantly demanding you explain yourself, MORE and MORE, no, look DEEPER, what are your REAL motivations, you must tell ME, I need to know, oh and let me pick at you JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE if you don’t mind…

- hey, why are you being so pissy?? Did I hit a nerve? Did I hit a truth you don’t want to admit to yourself??

Um, no, you were just being an insufferable asshole!!

This is how it goes.

And look, Anon? Best of intentions or not? I don’t really care at the moment, because this: “really look deep inside - but it’s your choice as to how deep)” just sounds REALLY assholish.

If it were me you were speaking to, I’d say, “Hey, fuck off! K thx bye.”

Speaking your truth is powerful. In fact, it might be one of the most powerful things out there that we as individuals can do.

Later I will post my pole dancing video and we can take bets as to who will be the first to talk about how falsely conscious I am. Oh, by the way, Kim says:

For our Becauses, we don’t need to explain and justify.

Matter of fact, our Becauses are maybe best kept to ourselves, at least in part.

Because sometimes, our Becauses belong in only in our souls, as trying to explain can change them in ways.

Anyway. Software’s back up. Gotta get back to work. I have so much shit to do today. I’ll be at work til 8:00, then I’ve got plenty of other stuff to do after that. I’m not complaining, just saying. Also, thank god for my iPod, or I think I would punch some of the people I’m sitting in this room with.

Reminder: Rusty and I will be on the radio Thursday.

Still feeling kind of weird and off-kilter today, and I might do some more deep, introspective (or just plain rambly) writing later today… but thought I’d get in a quick post about the very important subject of NaDruBloDa - National Drunk Blogging Day. Per Rootietoot, who dreamed up this excellent idea, the date has been officially set for Friday, Dec. 29th. So mark your calendars, and get your booze ready! And feel free to place this tasteful and attractive icon on your blog.

I may eventually regret being a participant, but for now, I’m looking forward to it. Should be amusing… and hopefully not too disastrous.

Update: NaDruBloDa now has its own official web site - so go add your name to the list of participants!

Still busy, and still not spending a lot of non-work time at the computer. I know you miss me. (Well, at least one of you does! I got an email to that effect and promptly jerked off to it.) But here are some links to help you cope, from awesome writers with important things to say.

• Via Belledame, I found this post at Feministe by guest blogger La Lubu, and wondered where this woman had been all my life. ‘Cause she hit the nail on the head. I can’t narrow down a part to quote, because all of it kicks ass, so just go read it.
• Thanks to Figleaf, I read about a court decision that has - surprise! - been ignored by, well, almost everyone. But it should come as no surprise that the media won’t deign to cover such petty issues as the definition of rape in our fair country. No, no, there are important matters to be discussed! Like the goddamned panda in the Atlanta zoo.
• And while we’re over at his blog, here’s another good one from Figleaf, wherein he reflects on male privilege, societal expectations of men, and the rest of it. And he talks about his personal experiences and the realizations he’s had about all this stuff - oh, and also admits that no, he probably doesn’t get it yet. But he’s working, and trying. And damn if that ain’t refreshing to see. (Figleaf has written several posts about how society puts men above women in the pecking order, while at the same time perpetuating a culture where men are expected to bear little responsibility for their actions. He has some good stuff to say about this.)
• On a lighter note (and we all need one of those sometimes), Rootietoot proposes NaDruBloDa - National Drunk Blogging Day. It shall be held on a still-to-be-determined Friday or Saturday in December. But that’s no excuse to wait; grab the icon and stick it on your blog!
  
  
• Rusty, Audacity, and Decaturguy (among others) have their election endorsements up. With any luck, mine’ll be up tomorrow.
• Don’t forget - promote PodCamp Atlanta on your blog/podcast/whatever! (Oh, and we need someone to design a logo.)