Friday, July 21, 2006

Ready for prime time?

If my writing efforts have been slacking off lately, it's because I've been concentrating my efforts in the audio realm. My sister Bay and I have been working on our entry into the growing world of podcasting with Grits to Glitz, our take on life in Tennessee vs. Las Vegas. Bay and I enjoy making each other laugh, and heaven knows we have plenty to talk about. I've spent most of my life in the South, but fate has taken me to Sin City. While I miss the cuisine, the friendly smiles, the mountains, the twisty roads, the cardinals, and so many other features of my southern home, I miss my sister more than any of those. Our podcast is a reflection of the things we talk about anyway -- TV, food, people, traffic, and just the general goings on in our lives.

If you'd like to subscribe via iTunes, check us out here, or if you'd like to see us at Podshow, we're right here. Be sure to listen for our contest in episode two and give us a call!

Wednesday, July 05, 2006


So here I sit, happily babbling away about hummingbirds and orioles and wheels on the PT Cruiser. I'm feeling pretty safe in the knowledge that the only people who will ever view my words of wisdom are my sister, maybe some of her friends, and the dozen or so each day who wander in looking for bird gestation periods. (That post is on June 2, for those of you who fall into that category.) I've gotten pretty comfortable around here; if it were an apartment, I'm sure I'd have dirty dishes in the sink.

I check my page statistics pretty regularly, looking to see how people got here. Today, amongst the Google searches for bird information, I found someone who had wandered in from a link on my favorite podcast's web site.

True, I wrote a blog post about The Strip Podcast a few weeks ago. Since I had heard this particular podcaster mention Google Alerts, I was pretty sure he'd find my mention sooner or later. What I didn't anticipate was that my humble blog would be listed on the roster of Friends of the Strip. I'm honored!

I'm also red-faced because that link came along just as I put a "What the heck, I'll show everyone my goofy bulldog dating video" post on the blog. I feel like someone caught me with dirty dishes in the sink.

I've discovered, though, that embarrassment has less power over me as the years go by. So what if people think I'm weird? I am weird, thankyouverymuch, and I'm having a ball being weird. How boring it must be to be normal and dignified and proper.

I have to admit, though, the dog dating video was particularly silly.