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Tuesday
Mar242009

Fun Avec Les Bookmarks

I was typing all about my fun new day job life to Friendboy Andy, and enjoyed the opportunity to dip into my fun new federal employee vocabulary, which includes such terms as "FERS" and "consent agenda" and "sucks."  I mentioned that I'd noticed my daily hits have taken a hit themselves, and wondered if he thought the culprit was merely that I wasn't posting as often, seeing that, no offense, The Readers, when it's a choice between gaily typing up an accounting of my wonderfully madcap day amidst the FERS and the consent agendas or sinking into a vat-sized glass of alcohol to make the day go away, the vat's going to win. Every. Time.

And Andy, who knows about these things,  very gently confirmed a suspicion I've been harboring relating to the executive decision to forward the blondechampagne.com domain to morningworksmedia.com.  He used web-savvy vocabulary like "end-user confusion" and "URL familitarity" and "sucks."

So I could throw reader-friendly, renewed-energy confetti on the fact that I've just reset blondechampagne.com to actually point here at Blonde Champagne, or I could also admit that the only reason it's been forwarding to the Morning Works page so long is because I totally thought I reset it about four months ago and... totally did not.

Um, enjoy.

reset button! at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com

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[...]no offense, The Readers, when it’s a choice between gaily typing up an accounting of my wonderfully madcap day amidst the FERS and the consent agendas or sinking into a vat-sized glass of alcohol to make the day go away, the vat’s going to win. Every. Time.

To find some sort of balance, I not only focus on castigating my liver with liquid escapism; I also over-exert my eyes with long hours of video-gaming —12 hours straight playing Fallout 3 last Sunday; anyone taking a look at my eyes would have sworn I'd been smoking pot.

Funny that all those stress-alleviating activities produce the same result (red eyes), so maybe that's the reason someone once said that 'the eyes are the window to the soul'.

March 24, 2009 | Unregistered Commenterred pill junkie

Good point, RPJ. I can only wonder where MB is hiding her repressed inner gamer? (Face it, there's something more soothing than you know, sitting there with a cocktail on the coaster, while you save the world from yet another swarm of mutant zombies and/or nubie Ally/Horde scum)... ahem...where was I. Oh yes - if you haven't tried it, give it a shot. It's almost the least productive thing you can do with your time!

March 25, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterAlabama Guy

I have to say, MB, I find myself checking here less often (usually Wed. and Sun.). Honestly, I figured you were just so super busy with the day job and your other writings that you don't come back here very often.

Disappointed I am. Understand I do.

March 25, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterAnne from Iowa

I began coming here less frequently when I noticed you weren't posting as often.

I figured your new day job was seriously cutting into your writing time. I just hoped it wasn't sucking away all desire to post here and that you'd be here at least a few times a week. This Reader, for one, misses you.

March 28, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterCJ
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