Betsy Devine: Funny ha-ha and/or funny peculiar

There’s a new blog in town, I just found out from Zoe at GreenPass, devoting itself with grumpy single-mindedness to pointing out anti-feminist blog remarks.

Zoe says
that words like “pussy” and “bitch-slap” don’t bother her–I have to
admit they bother me a lot.  People who use them seem to imagine an
audience I’m not part of–an all-male audience.

Here it comes!

If you have a chance to get to BloggerCon III (Palo Alto, November 6, 2004), you shouldn’t miss it.

I went to BloggerCon I in Cambridge, MA. BloggerCon I, if you recall,
consisted of a $500 day followed by a free day. I planned to go to the
free day only, but at the last minute got comped for the money day
(thanks, Dave!) * The whole thing was awesome.

I went to BloggerCon II in Cambridge, MA.  The IRC opened it up to lots more people (and Hossein Derakshan was one of the occasion’s stars), but being there was absolutely worth it.

Go, BloggerCon!

* BTW, does anybody but me remember all the nasty things that were said
about Dave
Winer’s charging $500 for Day 1 of BloggerCon I? Funny how Dave managed
to create a free day for BloggerCon I, run a totally free BloggerCon
II, and plan a totally free BloggerCon III in the space of a
year–without attracting any apologies from the folks who turned purple
at that original $500 price tag…

xxx
yyy

Excellent news from Feedster’s J. Scott Johnson, who just jump-started his FuzzyBlog to tell the world that he and Shelley Johnston are getting married!

Shelley and her cute son Alex are an amazing “find”–hey, for that matter, so is the Scottmeister!

If Google could give people search results like this, even I would be out there trying to buy their stock…

http://nytimes.com/2004/08/05/opinion/05gates.html

Soyinka

http://www.nytimes.com/2004/08/05/opinion/05gates.html?ex=1249444800&en=e57a5bec2f42c128&ei=5090&partner=rssuserland

I remember once, in college, going in tears to my advisor to tell him,
“I’ve figured out what’s wrong with me! When I’m sober, I act the way most people act when they’re drunk.”

“Yes?” My advisor was unimpressed by this tragedy. “I assume you have noticed most people like to get drunk?”

Tonight I found an ugly flaw in some writing I’d been proud of–thanks to John Gardner’s On Becoming a Novelist.

This time, I don’t want anybody to make kind excuses– “It isn’t a bug,
it’s a feature.” It’s a bug, dammit, and it’s mine. But now that I’ve
seen it, I’m going to take great care in crushing it into a sticky
green ewwwww spot.