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June 30, 2005
Frontier Psychiatry
I recently went to a conference for corporate communicators because it was in Vegas and because my company was paying for it, and frankly one would be an ass to turn down a free trip to Vegas. However, Vegas is not so much fun if you don't have anyone to play with. I always think you are going to meet someone cool at a conference and it turns out that most people there have, you know, outfits and nail-dos and take corporate communications VERY FRICKING SERIOUSLY. Fortunately, my best friend's brother was also in town for some other thing. He is the head of a fancy pantsy tech company and like a gongillionaire, so I had a good time eating sushi with them and making fun of him in front of his staff. They might not have known that his version of "Paradise by the Dashboard Light" at his sister's wedding is one of the best performances in the whole history of karaoke, but they do now!
Much to my surprise and delight, one of the seminars was being given by The Wonkette. By the second day, I was in dire need of some relief from the metrics and the retention and the corporate transparency. I just wanted to find a shred of something, anything, cool besides the rap stars of nebulous origin playing craps at 7:30 a.m. whom I passed on my way through the Caesar’s Palace lobby. Rappers! I'm gonna go network with some CEO speechwriters! Who's with me? MC Executive Presentations, are you down?
The Wonkette was indeed cool. As both she and her bio will tell you, she is an "A-list blogger" meaning I guess she gets an A for blogging so well. She is a funny lady and gets mad props for cursing, saying "whores" and just generally being conference inappropriate. What was she even doing there? (For what is worth, I would like to give Mimi Smartypants a triple A plus plus because I love me some Mimi oh yes I do. I would also give the Yeti an A because he is coming over here this weekend and his kid is very tough and might kick the be-diapered booty of my kid if I didn't. Son of Max would get a C- and that's primarily because I have a cute banner made by my cute husband.)
Pishaw. Tonight's post was going to be about how our realtor is like the Eyeore of real estate and how I am having to be a cheerleader for our house ("Come on, it's cute! 2, 4, 6, 8, you know it did appreciate!") while she mopes in her caftan and drives me around in her BMW to all the houses that are better than ours and still sitting unsold on the market. Frink and frank and frunk.
Per her doom and gloom suggestion, we are transforming a third bedroom that we are currently using as an office/den into a dining room just in case people can't think of that themselves when they are looking at the house. I told her I would spray-paint my body gold and pose as a centerpiece if it will help sell the house considering we KIND OF JUST BOUGHT A DIFFERENT HOUSE someplace else.
You've got to love the Seattle housing market. It's crazy in the coconut.
Posted by Max at June 30, 2005 05:48 AM