6 posts tagged “vox”
Kelly and I went over to visit java janie and Steve. Hannahbanana was in town visiting. Steve's brother was also there and Hannah's kiddos and I brought my kiddo and Kelly brought her dog and that turned into quite a crowd. Dinner was awesome featuring some really kick ass steaks and fresh green beans. I am all about fresh green beans, but am usually too lazy to fix them myself.
And there was SingStar! I subjected everyone to at least 5-6 horribly sung songs. There was also Pictionary. And wine. Really, it was a great time. Lots of laughing, lots of fun. I'm sure there will be incriminating photos showing up on some of the blogs linked in this post shortly.
I just found a bunch of stuff leftover from my previous (slightly pathetic) attempts at a Baltimore Vox meet-up.
Third time's the charm - so who wants to meet-up? When? Where? Why?
Holla!
There seem to be a lot of posts floating around lately about respecting people in Vox Land, to which I say, bah.
I personally choose to respect others 9 times out of 10. But in Vox Land, as in life, some people are going to be cool and nice and respectful. Others are going to be total douchebags. Sometimes the same person can be cool one day and a total jerk the next. Shit happens. Get over it.
If I write a post that I only want to get positive feel good comments, I make it friends only. If I'm in the mood for a more open debate, I'll post so everyone can see it. If I think you're an idiot, I don't mind letting you know. Ditto if I don't agree with you. Especially if you bring it to my blog.
If you have bad grammar, I might not correct you, but I will probably feel a bit superior. It's a flaw of mine. Maybe.
And if you slam one of my friends, even without naming names, I'll definitely get pissed about it, but resist from calling you out because my friends are often nicer than I am and have asked me not to. Otherwise I would eviscerate you. And I wouldn't feel bad about it. Not one bit.
I don't have to like you. In fact, the odds are not in your favor that I will. I'm not one of those people who likes everyone and certainly not everyone likes me. And I'm okay with that. Because I'm a grown-up. A bona fide adult, comfortable in my skin and secure in the knowledge that my self-worth is not predicated by how many comments my posts get or how many people have me in their neighborhood. I don't get upset when people take me out of their neighborhoods because I never check to see who has me in their neighborhood in the first place.
If you're in my neighborhood, it's either because I like you or I like what you write, sometimes both, but sometimes not. It doesn't necessarily mean I agree with you or want to hang out with you or consider you a friend. But then again, sometimes it does. If I take you out of my neighborhood it's because I'm not reading your posts. That doesn't mean your posts aren't valid, it just means for whatever reason, they aren't holding my attention right now. Maybe I'll add you again later. Maybe I won't.
I put you into my neighborhood on a whim. I can take you out again. No explanation needed. The end.
I was driving home from work last night and my karaoke song came on the radio. I could tell you which song it is, but then that would ruin the big surprise at the:
BALTIMORE VOX KARAOKE COMPETITION!
A few things you should know:
- It's not really a competition.
- But there will be fabulous prizes (if Vox buttons and stickers are your idea of "fabulous")!
- All are welcome, whether you want to sing or just mock those of us who do.
The floor is now open for suggestions on dates, times, and venues. Leave your ideas in the comments and we'll try to pick what works best for the majority.
NB: I'm adding this to the Baltimore Vox Group. If you haven't joined the group and you live in the Baltimore-Washington Metro area, now's your big chance to get in on the fun.
Tonight I met Kelly, Kelly's mom, and Janie for happy hour in Baltimore. They call it happy hour for a reason. It makes you happy! And luckily, the second part of the name means nothing, because it can easily last longer than an hour.
I had to start things off with a bathroom self-portrait, because that's what I do. They had really pretty flowers in the bathroom.
Before I got around to ordering a drink, Janie arrived. Janie, much like Kelly, is awesome. She was also wearing super cute red shoes. Next time, we'll have to meet on a Friday and all wear Ugly Outfits.
The internet and Vox, specifically, are really cool. Most of the friends I have made as an adult, I met through the internet. Vox has let me meet lots of cool people. Since you read their blogs, you feel like you know them. Meeting for the first time is like meeting an old friend, which is great.
I had lots of Vox swag left over from my not-so-successful Baltimore Vox Meet-Up. I brought some along to share with Kelly and Janie. I had left the mint-filled pens in the car all summer, so they were a bit melted. But everything else was still in good shape. I gave Janie a t-shirt. She promised to share photos later.
We all donned our stickers like good little Voxers and posed for photos.
Kelly's mom is very cool. She told us lots of fun facts about Kelly that we didn't know. I would share them with you, but then Kelly would probably kill me if I did. Her mom didn't even cringe when Kelly slipped and used the f-word. The f-word! In front of her mom!
I can't get the "Vox this" button to work. I've tried it on a PC running IE 6 and a Mac running Firefox 2. I haven't tried it on Safari because I never use Safari. I suppose I could try it on a PC running Firefox 2, but that would mean getting up. And who wants to do that?
On the PC, I couldn't even drag the button. On the Mac, I could drag the button the bookmark toolbar, but I don't think that's where it's supposed to be. Anyone have an idea from the little info I've provided here what I'm doing wrong?
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This American Life® Group Updated: 4 days ago
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The Vox Meetup Group Updated: 6 days ago
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Bento Updated: Jul 21, 2008
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