Rogue Ink

May 8, 2008

Bloody Hell, or Why Rogue Ink is Not a Business Blog

My mother finally got around to coming over to my blog (she claims I never sent her a link, but she lies. She lied when she told me I couldn’t have a cupcake, too. She is an excellent liar when she chooses to be. Where do you think I learned the roguish tendencies?). She’s also a marketing expert, so the very first thing she did after she told me she loves my writing (because the mom gene comes first) was send me an itemized list of questions and critiques. Number one on this list – yes, she numbered this list – was:

1. Why swear or use off-color language when your clients (and mother) might read them and be put-off?

It took me awhile to answer this question, but I can almost guarantee the next nine words are going to make my poor mom sorry she asked it.

This Blog is Not My Business. It’s My Pub.

Here’s how I think about it. My business, Good Ink, is my place of work. Actually ‘place of work’ sounds awfully hoity-toity. It’s my office. It’s my nose-grinder. It’s the place with the flourescent lights and the water cooler and that accounting guy who picks his nose in front of you. I spend my whole day there, and I like my work, but when I’m done, I am done.

This blog, Rogue Ink, is the pub I go to after work. It’s where all my buddies are, where other people who work hard all day can hang out and commiserate. Brett Legree is here in his kilt and Naomi Dunford is mocking him about it, and Bob Younce is here talking stuff over with James Chartrand, and I am trying to say something funny enough to get Sandie Law to snort something out of her nose. There are a couple new guys here too, and we’re going to make them play darts later, and they don’t even know it.

If a client comes on into the bar, that’s great, and I will probably offer to buy that client a beer. By and large, I really like my clients, and I am thoroughly psyched if my client wants to come and hang out at my blog. However, I do not expect that client to be shocked that I said the word ‘hell’ to the barkeep while ordering him his drink. We are no longer in the office. We are at the pub. We’re going to tell stories and shoot the breeze and talk about other things than business. Later there’s going to be a pinata and a reggae band and Wendi Kelly and Matt Tuley will sing karaoke duets. It will be awesome.

That Damned Polonius Quote Again

This is all Harrison’s fault. “To thine own self be true,” he said, but he also said this, and I liked this better: “The thing is, this is your personality. If you try to fit your site/blog into something you’re not, it will show through and no amount of sprucing up will help you with that inconsistency.

He is right. I am a funny, funny chick. I make people laugh. I get my client’s voices because I like talking to them, finding out about them, and I like knowing what cracks them up. If they want to hire a copywriter who really gets them and can also handle the professional part of meeting deadlines and marketing strategically, they have found their woman. If they want someone who never says a word stronger than ‘darn’ and would faint at the very idea of an off-color pun, they should hire someone else. I will refer them myself. I don’t want those people unhappy. If I can’t make them happy, I will send them to someone who can.

I can make an awful lot of people happy, though. I know. I’ve tried.

There’s Nothing For ‘Em Here

Mitch Hedberg tells a good story. I like this one: “I was in downtown Boise Idaho and I saw a duck. I knew the duck was lost, because ducks aren’t supposed to be downtown. There’s nothing for ’em there.” True. There’s nothing for ducks in downtown Boise, Idaho. And there is nothing for clients seeking posts on copywriting at Rogue Ink.

I know there’s a possibility clients may come around the blog just looking for useful information and articles on copywriting. I am sorry to tell them we do not offer that service at this pub. We offer useful information and articles, made to deliver, all day long at Good Ink. Here at the pub we mostly tell jokes about weevil sex and make fun of bad grammar. Sometimes we touch on copywriting, but it is bounded by jokes about being broke and frosted with rants about cheese, and I am pretty sure they were looking for something more straightforward than that.

I know that it may take them awhile to figure this out, because other blogs often have useful information, and they are not yet aware that we don’t play by the books over here at the Rogue Ink pub. And while they are figuring it out, it is possible they might see a bad word. So I will probably, when the website is up and running, have something right at the top of the blog that indicates this is not a Shop O’ Useful Copywriting Tips. It is a Pub O’ Awesomely Random. And if the client is still down to hear all about that, he should pull up a stool.

Aretha Knows What’s Up

Respect goes a long, long way. I’m not going to curse at my clients just to make them upset. I’m actually not going to curse at anyone to make them upset. Very frequently, though, I cuss not because I am being offensive or mean (unless we are talking about Hitler again), but because I am really freakin’ excited. I have noticed this rubs off on my commenters, too, and that’s great. When a commenter tells me a post I’ve written on here was fucking awesome, I expect a client to know that this not cause for alarm. This is actually good for them. People do not get that psyched about mediocre writing. If my writing can inspire a delighted oath or two, that is also – if I may use the term – fucking awesome. My clients are savvy people. They know from complimentary cursing.

I respect my clients. I respect that some of them are made uncomfortable by off-color language in their business affairs. I respect that, and I promise I won’t do it around them when we’re talking business. Since I have a pretty good radar for that sort of thing, I will probably even anticipate it before it becomes an issue. No one need ever worry about going to my website, hiring me for a gig, and having me make them uncomfortable. They might need to worry a teeny bit about me knocking their socks off, but that is okay. I will buy them new socks. It’s part of the package deal.

Those clients who don’t want to see me when I’m off duty over here at Rogue Ink absolutely do not have to. I won’t treat them any differently and I certainly won’t work for them any less hard. If they want to see only my professional side, that is okay with me. I personally feel my rogue side is equally awesome, especially because it wears leather and throws knives more often, but all do not share my tastes, and I respect that. I’ll meet those clients at the office in the morning. I’ll have their first draft ready for them.

What Happened to Mom?

I read her, verbatim, with all the cuss words in it, Naomi’s post from yesterday. And she laughed so hard she choked on a hiccup.

Tune in tomorrow and I’ll tell you why the Rogue Ink pub is a different kind of blog, and why you should all hang out in it and play darts. It’s going to be revolutionary – my first blog post written in advance. I actually feel a little faint.

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48 Comments »

  1. It completely depends on the person. Naomi can cuss on her blog. That’s just her! I think we’d all be a little freaked out if she stopped cussing on her blog. But if I started cussing on my blog, people would wonder what’s up, because in general I just don’t cuss.

    Personally, I consider you in the “Allowed to cuss like Naomi” group. 🙂

    If this is a Pub O’ Awesomely Random, does that mean it can serve sushi? Because I will TOTALLY make sushi for your pub. 😀

    Or you can ask Bob Younce to make you breadsticks. 😀

    Comment by Allison — May 8, 2008 @ 6:13 am | Reply

  2. Oooh! Ooooh! Can I be the one to make the new guy play darts? You don’t know this, but I have a kick-ass dart game.

    Comment by Bob Younce at the Writing Journey — May 8, 2008 @ 8:16 am | Reply

  3. When I first saw the ‘f-word’ on your and Naomi’s blog I was shocked! It made me giggle and look over my shoulder to make sure no-one was watching me read. Do you remember when a friend would slide you a note during class at school and you had to try to read it without being spotted? Well, that’s the feeling.

    (I might add, that I am a Brit so perhaps it’s a cultural thing)

    Then I realised how often I said the ‘f-word’ and laughed at my own dual standards! (Of course I only say the word when husband and daughter are absent. The former looks cross and the latter looks embarrassed when I utter such profanity in front of them.

    Along with you and many of your readers I work alone from home. I live in the middle of nowhere – it’s a 20 mile drive to civilisation and with petrol (or gas) at the equivalent of $10 a gallon I think carefully before venturing forth. Having your ‘pub’ to visit, chill and hang is just grand.

    I perhaps wouldn’t describe it as f****** awesome, because I am an aged Brit who would feel uncomfortable doing that but the equivalent from where I am sitting is to tell you that I think you and your pub are splendid or jolly good and I shall get a little bit cross with anyone who says otherwise.

    Thanks for the daily smiles and the inspiration Tei. You are one in a million

    D (Woodhenge)

    Comment by Donetta — May 8, 2008 @ 8:35 am | Reply

  4. The funny part of it is that most people don’t care about swearing, but are worried that *other* people do.

    Years ago somebody did a survey about nudity and such on TV. Turned out, of course, that the vast majority was firmly against it. Bad, bad idea, outrageous, shocking, all that. But another question on the survey asked if that would bother or upset them *personally*, and the vast majority said “No”.

    They were worried about other people. In that case, probably worried that risque pictures would drive someone to a murderous spree of wanton rape. In the case of swearing, they’d be worried that those mysterious other people would be offended even though they personally are not and (I bet) that neither is most anyone else.

    Comment by Tony Lawrence — May 8, 2008 @ 10:02 am | Reply

  5. While I’m a cusser due – first & foremost – to being an advocate for expression, I try to be considerate of those w/whom I’m communicating thus only use that marvelous plethora of meaningful words sparingly at my blog. I don’t avoid them as I abhor self-editing but just let the natural flow of them verbally seep through textually as needed.

    Speaking of mums, my sibs & I have been teaching ours how to cuss better as a means of insuring she learns to cuss unabashedly. ~_^ It’s absofuckinglutely fantastic to no longer see her wince but instead applaud our creativeness when it comes to colorful expression. ^_^

    (|_|*cheers*|_|)
    “I rose politely in the club and said, ‘I feel a little bored; will someone take me to a pub?’” ~ G. K. Chesterton

    Comment by Dorian aka coffeeister |_|) — May 8, 2008 @ 11:02 am | Reply

  6. We use fucking swearing so much in Quebec that it’s considered common language and really nothing important. Calisse. I mean, sacrement, what’s the matter with people? Does a piece of word, a few fucking letters shoved together, carry so much meaning that we can’t see past it, esti?

    That said, I don’t swear in my own posts, goddamit. I reserve that for my comment section, where fuck, shit and crap often slip out.

    The fact that I am relaxed enough to swear and not get uptight about it, means… siboire, it means I am Quebecer. Welcome to my world, and my work is just as fucking good no matter what comes out of my mouth.

    Crisse.

    Comment by James Chartrand - Men with Pens — May 8, 2008 @ 11:28 am | Reply

  7. The Viking in the corner, wearing the kilt and drinking the funny beer, raises his stein to you!

    (Why is he in the corner? Simple. Have you ever been mocked by Naomi before? *the pain, the pain*)

    And this is the best fucking pub I’ve been to in a long time… all of my friends are here 🙂

    Keep on doing what you do.

    -Brett

    Comment by Brett Legree — May 8, 2008 @ 11:50 am | Reply

  8. Currently, I have two blogs. My pub is my personal blog. Sometimes, it’s more of a couch than a pub. I also have a blog for business which I’ve tried to keep more professional. But because it’s more professional than personal, it’s boring and I don’t enjoy updating it.

    Is it acceptable to link to the pub from the office? My personal blog is a smorgasbord of stuff. I don’t think my customers really want to hear me complain about my mother-in-law or brag about my kids’ baseball game.

    Maybe I need to loosen up a bit on my business blog, but still keep it relevant? How do I find the balance between too personal and too business-like? Help?!?

    Comment by Kerrie — May 8, 2008 @ 1:12 pm | Reply

  9. I like the distinction between blogs (although I’m still trying to figure out if I’m missing a link to this “Good Ink” place).

    As for cussing, I curse like a sailor. It’s rubbed off on my child and he knows way too many curse words and what they mean. He’s even allowed to curse at home, so long as he uses the words properly.

    And today’s post wasn’t funny enough to make me snort anything out my nose…it was more snarky than funny. Oh, and I’m learning to stop drinking when I read your posts. It’s just safer that way.

    Comment by Sandie — May 8, 2008 @ 1:39 pm | Reply

  10. Karaoke? Me? I better start with the drinking right now. If you know what’s good for you, you all will also start with the drinking. Just sayin’.

    Comment by Matt Tuley, Laptop for Hire — May 8, 2008 @ 1:43 pm | Reply

  11. The Viking isn’t the only one sitting in the corner. He has a friend quietly sipping at a Bacardi and Coke. This dark haired biker isn’t in the corner because someone shamed him there, he’s right where he wants to be. Green eyes scan the crowd, glittering with amusement. He’s a shrewd observer and doesn’t say half as much as his best friend, James. But, like the old EF Hutton commercials, when Harry “The Voice of Reason” McLeod talks, people listen.

    And if they don’t, they can damn well get the fuck out of his shop.

    Cool post, Tei. It’s nice to know that some people really do listen.

    Comment by Harrison McLeod — May 8, 2008 @ 2:01 pm | Reply

  12. Now how did you know that I would be the one singing?
    I don’t remember telling you that…and I left my tarot deck at home.

    Tei, swear anywhere you want…it’s your Party.
    But good for you..you got it right. This is a pub, has been all along, that’s what I was trying to say the other day with my Mad Hatter Tei Party comment.

    You have created a wonderful hanging out atmosphere that is actually visable to the naked eye.
    uh-oh.
    did I just say naked?
    I didn’t mean that.
    stike that.
    swearing around here is bad enough.

    Comment by wendikelly — May 8, 2008 @ 2:27 pm | Reply

  13. In my happy little feed reader, I have you and Naomi both filed safely under “personal”. Meaning that while I might find gems of knowledge in your posts, they are mostly for my own personal enjoyment.

    So rock on!

    Comment by Alisha — May 8, 2008 @ 2:31 pm | Reply

  14. Agh! The party started without me! I clearly cannot go home from my pub. Ever.

    Allison: Yes. The pub now features sushi.

    Bob: You can do whatever the fuck you want. You’re at the pub. Go school that guy in darts.

    Donetta: See? I’ve even managed to avoid offending a whole ‘nother country. We’re doing just FINE.

    Tony: With you there. I think my mother is actually in this category of people. She’s actually pretty okay with me cursing these days. Certainly she barely blinks when I say something is a pain in the ass.

    James: There’s that WORD again. Son of a bitch.

    Brett: Always glad to have you here. Let’s have another round and go play with swords. We’ll get Harrison in on it.

    Kerrie: I think having a business blog is a great thing (I’m going to talk about this tomorrow) if it does well for you, marketing-wise. I think too that your pub should probably not be TOO personal, but what pub is? I don’t go to my pub and talk about life problems every single night. I’m there to have fun. I will totally talk about the balance between these two things tomorrow. Come on back. I had to break it up because it was getting too long.

    Sandie: Oh-hoh, I know a gauntlet when I see one. Good Ink isn’t up yet. It will be as soon as Naomi and I stop futzing around with web copy and just give it to Harry already.

    Matt: I love how you just do what I say, no matter how bad of an idea it might be. Keep that up.

    Harrison: I listen. And I am wary of your observing eye. It sees much, and my tinfoil hat is just USELESS.

    Comment by Tei — May 8, 2008 @ 2:36 pm | Reply

  15. Wendi and Alisha – Sorry, ladies, I was posting while you were posting.

    Wendi: Naked, baby.

    Alisha: I sense new tagline. Rogue Ink: Here for your personal enjoyment.

    Comment by Tei — May 8, 2008 @ 2:44 pm | Reply

  16. Tei,

    I’d love to play with swords – you and Harrison would have to go easy on me, though… 🙂 I’m an old paintballer, my sword-fighting experience goes way back to when I was about 8 years old!

    Ah, what the hell, beat me black and blue with a bo and we can have pints afterward…

    -Brett

    Comment by Brett Legree — May 8, 2008 @ 2:54 pm | Reply

  17. The new guy just walked in. So this is where you folks go, when it’s all quiet out there? Sjeez, why the fuck didn’t anybody tell me?

    My place: at the bar.
    Whiskey straight up, enjoying it one sip at a time. I let the fluid roll through my mouth, and breathe in deeply before swallowing. I like the tingling sensation that gives me.

    I look around the pub, McLeod style. Ain’t it great to be amongst like-minded people. Hmm, darts or swords? Tempting…

    Comment by lodewijkvdb — May 8, 2008 @ 3:07 pm | Reply

  18. When we have our actual real-life, non-virtual pub, can we name it “The Lusty Weevil”? And then cover a wall with all the weevil sex jokes you can think of, replete with naughty words?

    (Actually, let’s not. And let’s never speak again of how the phrase “lusty weevil” made me giggle. Oh god, I’ve been crunching data for so long now I think dumb things are funny… clearly, I need a drink… WHY IS THERE NO BOOZE IN YOUR PUB?)

    Comment by Tessa — May 8, 2008 @ 6:54 pm | Reply

  19. Brett: Bo staff fight. Done and done.

    lodewijkvdb: Whiskey’s my drink, too. Welcome to the pub.

    Tessa: Yes. Yes we can. LUSTY WEEVIL LOVER. Why are you here on my blog and not chatting with me on the IM? Why is this? Why have you forsaken me?

    As for booze – use your imagination, love of my heart. Remember Hook? You could be having a blue-and-red food fight with my pub, right this moment. Just BELIEVE.

    Comment by Tei — May 8, 2008 @ 6:58 pm | Reply

  20. Um. Tessa. My wondrous, my amazing, my kin-of-kindred, heart of hearts.

    Did you just link your name to GOOD VIBES?

    I love you so much it makes my kneecaps hurt.

    P.S. But why not the Writmonger? We loves the Writmonger, yes, precious, we does.

    Comment by Tei — May 8, 2008 @ 8:30 pm | Reply

  21. Tessa,
    come over here and sit next to me on the barstool.

    I’ll teach you how to make a Kelly Martini.

    Comment by wendikelly — May 8, 2008 @ 9:50 pm | Reply

  22. Tessa,

    That is so funny I have tears in my eyes. OMG.

    Tei,

    Lovely pub you have.

    Read it all, appreciate the lousy language, I’m way better at speaking it than typing it, though. Something about the permanence. Y’all go on swearing, I’ll go on blushing.

    I got no mention, so I guess I’ll just have to dance all by myself. Haven’t earned my chops yet, that’s fair….

    Regards,

    Kelly

    Comment by Kelly — May 8, 2008 @ 10:01 pm | Reply

  23. Wendi: Watch it. She’s tinier than me, but she can drink my ass under the table. And has, on more than one occasion.

    Kelly: Oh, just wait and see. There’s round 2 of the Pub Post coming tomorrow. . . .

    Comment by Tei — May 8, 2008 @ 10:34 pm | Reply

  24. Naomi wrote something to the effect of this in one of her recent posts:

    her conversation was full of the f-word, but she was saying it nicely, like I do.

    There’s swearing nicely and swearly not-so-nicely. You belong to the former category.

    I say joke ’em if they can’t take a fuck. Carry on!

    Comment by Loraleigh Vance — May 8, 2008 @ 10:49 pm | Reply

  25. I just came over here to say NAKED one more time. It’s just wrong I tell you. Wrong.

    Great pub.

    Comment by Janice Cartier — May 8, 2008 @ 10:53 pm | Reply

  26. Tei,

    good, then she can keep up with the Little Italian Irish chick.

    Comment by wendikelly — May 8, 2008 @ 11:17 pm | Reply

  27. Tei,

    I was NOT fishing (for a link). When I am fishing, I am shameless. I was pouting.

    I will get my Irish butt to the pub earlier tomorrow, to see what all the fuss is about.

    🙂

    Until later,

    Kelly

    Comment by Kelly — May 8, 2008 @ 11:57 pm | Reply

  28. Loraleigh: Awesome. Naomi will be thrilled. And by ‘thrilled’ I mean, ‘ready to eat my heart with a spoon.’

    Janice: NAKED! My spam filter knows from awesome.

    Wendi: I know not what origins in drinking the Tessa hath, but they are formidable.

    Kelly: Nobody said you were fishing. Tetchy, tetchy. I know SOMEONE is going to be putting evil tunes on the jukebox tomorrow . . .

    Comment by Tei — May 9, 2008 @ 1:01 am | Reply

  29. Wow, look at all those comments above my head! I feel like the person who walks in and has to ask the nearest available patron “Did I miss last call yet? No? Whew!”

    I agree that the ‘atmosphere’ on your blog is great, and I think the pub analogy is fabulous!

    P.S. I would buy a “Lusty Weevil” t-shirt in a heartbeat!

    Comment by jimsmuse — May 9, 2008 @ 1:59 am | Reply

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  31. @Tei,

    The Niebu is strong in you, not only did you shatter Akismet at my blog, you shattered it in the entire blogosphere…

    naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked naked
    🙂

    Comment by Brett Legree — May 9, 2008 @ 3:31 am | Reply

  32. jimsmuse: Can I call you Carrie? Are you cool with that? I just found out your name and now I feel funny calling you by your blog title. Anyway – apparently T-shirts are the wave of the future over here at Rogue Ink. I expect to be making a lot of revenue on this at some point. Lusty Weevil. Option Bonk. Flaming Snorkle.

    Oh, no, wait. We haven’t gotten to the Flaming Snorkle yet.

    Brett: Darth Naked! You killed my father!

    Comment by Tei — May 9, 2008 @ 5:48 am | Reply

  33. You may indeed call me Carrie. I’m somehow karmically burdened in this lifetime by being “jimsmuse” on the Internet even though it is sometimes confusing.

    I appreciate that you took the time to find out why I had so much trouble getting a date for the prom.

    Keep on writing the shit out of this blog, baby!

    Comment by jimsmuse — May 9, 2008 @ 6:36 am | Reply

  34. *cries that there is no subscribe to comments*

    Shiraz, please.

    Comment by James Chartrand - Men with Pens — May 9, 2008 @ 11:50 am | Reply

  35. @James Dude. Right there. “RSS feed for comments on this post.” Do you really want more stuff in your inbox?

    Comment by Matt Tuley — May 9, 2008 @ 1:19 pm | Reply

  36. Matt,

    Can I be in love with you even though I don’t know you, for saying that? Please come visit me at MCE. We will get along great.

    James, who claims that is all that holds him back from being Le Roi du Comments at MCE: Piffle. Haven’t seen ya in weeks, babe, but you’re commenting over here just fine w/o email sub to comments. Pen Pal indeed.

    Tei, do I have to pay the guy to get his opinion? ‘Cuz I’m all out of flattery and s–t like that. That’s what it is, huh. Ya gotta pay him to get his comments.

    Bloody ridiculous.

    Until later,

    Kelly

    Comment by Kelly — May 9, 2008 @ 1:39 pm | Reply

  37. Carrie: Was it the meerschaum?

    James: Oh, for the love of – soon. I handed my website over to you two. You can put whatever widgets would make a Chartrand most delighted in the blog. Seriously. WHICHEVER widgets. It will be such a short time.

    This is why you were hassling me about the text, isn’t it? You’re thinking, “the sooner we finish the site, the sooner I will have my subscribe to comments button, and then I can TAKE OVER THE WORLD.”

    Oh, I am ON to you, Chartrand.

    Matt: I’m with Kelly on this one. THANK you.

    Kelly: I didn’t know I paid him for comments. Does that mean he’s not going to hang at the pub anymore when the site is finished? Maybe I won’t let him install Subscribe, after all . . .

    Comment by Tei — May 9, 2008 @ 3:53 pm | Reply

  38. Tei said: “Carrie: Was it the meerschaum?”

    I think a girl with a meerschaum pipe would probably have had an easier time getting a date for the prom than someone named “Carrie” not too long after the movie was released…I did eventually get a date, but got the teasing of my life at the actual event!

    Anyone interested in my screen-name karma can read the story in an interview I did here:

    http://prairieflounder.wordpress.com/flounder-studio/

    Comment by jimsmuse — May 9, 2008 @ 5:39 pm | Reply

  39. Kelly,

    Don’t feel bad, If the Pen Man has at least been seen at your door step you are doing just fine.
    He drinks in the Pub, He visits at your shop,
    Unless he’s lurking, I don’t think he has even asked for directions to My House.

    Comment by wendikelly — May 9, 2008 @ 6:24 pm | Reply

  40. @Kelly Why, sure! Headed to MCE even now…

    Comment by Matt Tuley — May 9, 2008 @ 7:35 pm | Reply

  41. Carrie: Ahhhh, do you know, I would not have thought of that. Which is strange, because it is ALWAYS what I thought of whenever I saw an episode of Sex in the City.

    Wendi: The Pen Men are heartless bastards. They’ll comment and walk away and they’ll never even call you later . . . but we just keep wanting MORE. Yes, they are bad for us. But bad in the awesome leather-jacket and motorcycle way.

    Comment by Tei — May 9, 2008 @ 8:33 pm | Reply

  42. Tei, Wendi,

    And so far away, and so… invisible…

    There’s a reason for the cloak of invisibility. Maybe they’re each afraid their nut graf isn’t quite the kicker it’s supposed to be.

    😉

    Later,

    Kelly

    Comment by Kelly — May 9, 2008 @ 10:19 pm | Reply

  43. Crap, I missed the party! Stupid work keeping me from all the fun! Tei, I love your blog don’t change a freakin thing, it’s you! I am all for being true to yourself. You’re not courting controversy or trying to shock people you’re just being you. One of my clients who ventured to my blog noted that I don’t talk about writing..ummm yeah dude, I don’t tell people how to write or what to write unless I’m getting paid to, this blog is all about me, my whole schizophrenic self. Next time I’m working this hard somebody drag my butt away so I don’t miss out on the fun.

    Comment by Karen Swim — May 9, 2008 @ 10:24 pm | Reply

  44. Karen,

    you didn’t miss anything, they all just got here, we are start to cook. What do you want. Pub grub or the good stuff?
    What ‘cha drinkin?
    Somebody get Karen something to drink.
    Has anyone seen Tei? We need more tables in here, and more chairs.

    Comment by wendikelly — May 9, 2008 @ 11:02 pm | Reply

  45. Holy shit, what a cool and great crowd has assembled here in your pub. While I’m a late stumbler I just had to stop by on the way home and grab a beer or two. I fucking love you Tei, yes yes yes, I never knew you were so brilliant thanks to my own ignorance.

    Oh, is that the band playing or has Brett taken his kilt off?

    Comment by Monika Mundell — May 15, 2008 @ 2:59 pm | Reply

  46. I see this woman sweating bullets day in and day out at the coffeshop. Mothers are that way … it is never good enough.

    … just kidding mom. No, no, don’t turn off the lamp I’m still awake in bed. How am I going to keep the monsters away?

    Comment by Cubicle Hacker — June 25, 2008 @ 5:48 pm | Reply

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