OK, so the first thing I need to address is that no, I am not dead. Nor am I trapped beneath something heavy. I have, however, recently had a few epiphanies about how I might make more time to post to the blog. You know how one day you look around your home and decide you want to rearrange everything? It's sort of like that, only instead of furniture, it's my daily routine. One of the first things I'm going to do, for example, is switch out cable TV for Internet access. This will (a) let me trade in a passive media outlet for a more interactive one, and (b) allow Robert to spend time playing Tank Wars, or Blow Up That Shit, or whatever the hell online video game he's discovered.
But, to more important things. Have you seen the new Kirtsy book? It came out a few weeks ago, and it's sort of stunning. It makes blogging look ... legitimate. Like a real form of media, with talent and revenue and everything. Sort of says a lot of what has happened to blogging since I began six years ago, when we parentbloggers were just a bunch of sleep-deprived grumps bitching about diaper rash. Not like now. No, sir.
It was edited by Laura Mayes, who had the good sense to include one of my pieces in it, and who has a smile you can read by. She's the one Kirtsy editrix I've met, and rumor has it that the other three will attend our big NYC Kirtsypalooza tomorrow night from 6-9pm at Meet, in SoHo. I hope you'll come out and drink with us, pick up one of these books, and then go out an buy a coffee table to put it on.