Because it’s a Friday, and really? Can anyone get enough?

Thanks to my own dear dad for sending these along…

Oooh, the seaside. Ooooh, boats. Ooooh, pier.

Yay weekend.

There’s a little thing going on the blogosphere called the Blogathon.

And there is an exceptionally cool, hard-working and deserving lady (also? she is hilarious. and also? she hauls my ass to account when I need it. and also? has cute kids.) who is working her butt off to raise money for United Cerebral Palsy for said Blogathon.

You want to go to her site right now and donate. Because it’s a hell of a cause, and time is running out, and most of us have a few bucks here and there that we can give. Or more than that.

Sorry it took me so long, girl.

The day that Holly borrowed a post idea from me goes down in history as one of my finest moments in blogging, since the girl a) doesn’t need any post ideas; b) is funny as hell and also has enough style to mow down a fashionista; and c) she has more readers in a single day than I have in a week.

And now I’m borrowing from her, except that it may backfire.

Just recently (well, not SUPER recently, but recently enough that I remember and that’s saying something…) she had her readers post questions that she could answer (about herself, mostly, but really anything…) in her comments, and then she answered them in an airport lounge.

I’m not flying anywhere anytime soon, so that part I’m going to skip. But questions! Why not! Because you must be curious about me, right? And if you’re totally not, you wouldn’t just SAY that and make me cry awkwardly at work, right? Hmmm.

Holly has lived all over the world and done lots of exciting things, so her readers were pretty keen to learn about her life, but I might not be able to pack the same punch with my responses — especially since I spend all my downtime hugging a ficus plant and eating bland foods.

Ahem.

Apparently, more than 50% of you have only been reading my blog for a couple of months… I had a massive turnover after leaving Salon a few weeks back, and that’s the result. I knew SOMETHING like that would happen, but it’s fine… I’m just happy that someone besides my parents and my roommate stop by at all! And you’re all so pretty.

What that means, though, is that a lot of you don’t know me at all. People who have been coming by for a while are likely saying to themselves, “WHAT IN SAM HILL DON’T YOU THINK I KNOW ABOUT YOU NOW?”

And to that I say, “LOTS! LIKE, UM… STUFF!”

Anyhow.

If you have questions, post them in comments, and I’ll answer them all tomorrow.

Opinions, biography, anything you always wondered, stuff you’re thinking about, advice, what ifs… you name it.

So, uh, ask away. Or I’ll tell my mom and she’ll… sew you to death.