Blogger Summit Update #2

Nine days. It had been nine whole days since I had so much as looked at the “add new” post button before I wrote my blogiversary post yesterday. Nine days in internet time is equal to about nine months in real-time. I could have had a blog baby for all you know. Don’t get any ideas, I wasn’t off making blabies. What I was doing was visiting with an incredible blogger from the Motor City. You probably know him as Adam from My Right to Bitch, The Artist Formerly Known as My Right to Bitch, or more recently Live From Motor City or maybe just that hilarious drummer dude that I was lucky enough to virtually drink fake sake with that one time.

All shoe laces are belong to Jack.

That’s right, he drove himself insane all the way down here to Louisiana to hang out, help me fix my poorly assembled bar stools (ten cool points for anyone who remembers this old ass post), drink beers with me and introduce Jack to the joys of chewing gum. The experience was well deserving of an Adamesque rock hand  \m/  to say the least! And, in case you were wondering, he is just as attractive in person. 

New Toy

I haven’t been writing.

This time I am not going to blame writer’s block. I am not even going to blame my blog for taking over and bashing the hell out of me. Actually, I don’t even feel guilty for not writing at this point…

This time, the writing is being vetoed by a much powerful force. I have purchased a new toy. I spent hours in bed with it this weekend to the point of exhaustion. There will certainly be a significant amount of embarrassment upon my next encounter with my neighbors, for they surely overheard my shrieks of  excitement and enjoyment. Even Jack subtly exited the room on several occasions as if  even he was embarrassed for me. I practically needed a “do not disturb” sign.

Whoa. I know you all have your minds on peen today (thanks Clown man), but what kind of gal do you take me for? I am talking about my new HD Webcam and accompanying movie editing software. I have many ideas swarming in my mind right now that it is hard for me to wrangle them all and put them into manageable cubbyholes in my mind. So for now, you can just watch me play with my new toy for about fifteen seconds. After all, that’s about how long it takes to get anyone off, right?

Please note: I am no longer just a pixel of your imagination. There will be much more to come once I master this thing.

Why Business? (Bonus Vlog Inside)

A few ideas in question form were provided to me in the comments of last Friday’s post in attempt to give me blog fuel. A few of them got my engine revving.

Aneroidocean asked a particularly meaty question: Why did you decide to be a business student? What’s your ultimate goal? If you want to go normal “career” type thing and not start your own business eventually tell us that. If the career type job is just in order to get your loans paid off and then start your own business, tell us about that.

Well, I decided to enter the world of exciting business in mid 2007. I took the leap from Performing Arts to Marketing. I basically played pin the tail on the major. The only hole I had in my blindfold was the knowledge that my father had a business degree, and he seemed to have done just swell in his life.

Throughout college, I always had an idea fermenting in the back of my mind about opening my own business. As a teenager, and up until the day I quit dancing, I was sure and determined that I was going to open my own dance studio to teach, choreograph, and mold young dancers. I also wanted a big space in which to do cartwheels, but that’s beside the point. And cartwheels are gymnastics anyway, not dance. So, with my supreme logic, I concluded that I could converge the two schools of thought (performing arts and business) to open that studio.

Then reality decided to tap me on the left shoulder while standing on my right side so I wouldn’t see where it was coming from.

I went through the motions and graduated. I gave up on dance, because there wasn’t time for it all. I became complacent. My aspirations for opening my own studio had turned into aspirations for an easy job with sufficient pay. I somehow became content with the idea of being a suit. Or should I say a woman’s pantsuit. I also imagined I would find ample use for one of these in the near future (thanks for the idea Rich):

Now you can buy TWO items instead of just buying a higher cut shirt in the first place!

So there I was, all ready to do the normal job thing. I applied for Marketing jobs here and there and nothing was snagging. So, I went with the first job that gave me an interview even though it had nothing to do with Marketing. It didn’t matter. Firstly, I was still experiencing the no-more-school-for-me-ever-in-life-yay euphoria. Secondly, like I said, the vision of my own business let alone a dance studio was long gone from my head. Give me some pencil skirts and some data entry, and I was all good.

Until I wasn’t. Somewhere after that, I snapped out of it and into a drastically different mindset. I want to see my own ideas brought to fruition. I want to build something that is all mine. Sort of like this blog, but on a much bigger scale. Feel me?

So, to fully answer the latter part of Aneroidocean’s question, yes, I do hope to eventually have my own business. It may not be filled with ballet bars and stage moms, but it will be something of pride. Luckily for me, my college was paid for via scholarships and TOPS, so I don’t have to lug around the weight of student loan debt. I have nothing stopping me from choosing exactly what I want to do, and I am no longer scared of the waters. I’m next in line for the diver’s block.

Investors interested in funding my success can send money to 555 Thisisnotascam Ln. NY, NY 55555.

And now… a V-V-V-VLOG. Maddie Cochere asked what I keep in my closet last week. Let’s just say I found a few interesting things.

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10 Personal Post Secrets Revealed

I am borrowing an idea today. You may be familiar with the concept behind Post Secret. I discovered this trend via theBerry, and I can’t seem to get enough of the compilation post of anonymous secrets they publish on Fridays. I’ve been thinking of my own secret behaviors, and since I am being fearless these days, I will spill a few here today. But don’t go telling everyone on the internet or anything. I trust you.

And being me.

1. I listen to the music in my car at sound volumes reminiscent of the decibels that melted George McFly’s mind. When I pull up to a red light, any red light, I immediately turn it down to a respectable level. I wouldn’t want strangers I will never see again judging my taste in music. I also don’t want children to hear me spitting Eminem like a champ.

2. When I catch an auto corrected text message that turns out to be LOL material, I will send it anyway. Then I send a corrected text after. I feel obligated to do this but also oh so guilty.

3. Sometimes, I forget to stretch before I work out. This one absolutely can not leave this blog. It is too intimate, but it does feel nice to finally get it off of my chest.

4. I once stole a single Lemon Head candy from the grocery store. I’ve been on the run ever since.

5. When I clip Jack’s claws, I pretend I am doing a dire medical procedure. In that moment, I am Chief of Surgery. Sometimes I even put on scrubs.

Yes, it is on upside down. I call it the Becca Method.

6. My real name is not actually Becca. It’s Rebecca.

Should I stop this before I reach a point of no return?

7. My hair color is a lie. There, have we said it enough? Is everyone aware? Good. We wont bring it up again.

8. I try to kill bugs with hairspray. While pretending I am a giant.

9. My pillows on my bed are human. I cuddle with them. Sometimes, I even cuddle with two of them at the same time. The shame is unbearable.

10. My secrets are ridiculous, which really is no secret at all.

I feel naked now. So do me a solid by getting naked with me. Tell me, what is your post secret?

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I’ve Been Hooked From The Start

Hello Flysters and happy Monday! Many of you may know today’s guest post author. He was mistaken as a stripper at the LaLaBec NYE Party. He is a legitimate author. He has seen many a hooker in his lifetime, but only from afar. He can handle any kind of baggage you throw at him, even emotional baggage. This guy has been one of the most devoted Flysters from the beginning. This guy faces his setbacks and never gives up on his dreams, so naturally we get along. He is my cheerleader, my supporter, clapper to my jokes, and most of all, my friend.

Please give a warm welcome to The Hook, because he is bragging on me, and that is much better than me bragging on me.

An actual book? What is this sorcery?

Also, here is an obligatory book plug: It’s true, I own my very own autographed copy of The Bellman Chronicles. It is sitting on my bed side table. Well, it isn’t really autographed, but maybe one day it will be. I haven’t been able to finish his book yet due to this thing called blogging that has taken over my life, but I can guarantee you that I will be taking it with me on my next vacation. Because it is fun to read about hotel visitors while being a hotel visitor, right?

Enter The Hook stage left…

Why I Love Becca: A Top Eleven List.

Because any schmuck can write a Top Ten list..

DISCLAIMER: And this is solely in the unlikely event my wife reads this, by “love”, I mean the respect that exists between two bloggers, not the hot, sweaty passion that exists between two bodies locked in the throes of passion.

Moving on…

1. She has a big heart. Seriously, she can’t wear a bathing suit.

2. Her talent knows no limits. She is adept in philanthropy. She can pirouette with the best of them. Heck, for all I know, she has the proportionate speed and agility of a spider…

3. Positive is her middle name. Okay, I cannot confirm this, – it could be Gladys for all I know –  but I don’t believe I’ve ever read a negative post on her blog. Ever. No one can say that about me, I’ll tell you.

4. She bought my book. Yes, she was the one. I don’t know if she liked it, but she spent her hard-earned cash on it, so she’s aces in my book. So to speak.

5. Blogging, vlogging, you name it, she can do it. Before you cry foul, this is entirely separate from #2. I’m talking about social media skills here, people. Becca isn’t a one -trick pony. This filly has mad skills!

6. She is an extraordinarily cute mammal. Once again, I’m speaking platonically here. There is simply no denying her beauty.

7. She’s willing to open her heart and share the things that keep her up at night. There are millions of bloggers out there, writing about everything from baking to sex, but not everyone is willing to travel to those places that leave us vulnerable and open to ridicule. Fortunately for her readers, Becca is fearless.

8. People like her. They really like her. She’s earned the respect and friendship of the Daily Posts’ darling,  Le Clown, and as Jack Nicholson once said, that ain’t bad. Actually her following is legion and growing by the minute.

9. If you haven’t read her work on The Indie Chicks, there’s something seriously wrong with you. And that’s all I have to say about that.

10. She’s willing to laugh at herself. Not to mention, she has a kick-ass work ethic and an inexhaustible supply of ambition. She’s going places, folks. And I knew her when.

11. She’s a credit to the Ginger race.

Editor’s note: Even if she is a huge dye jobbing phony.

And that’s why I love Becca.

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