I been scooped! Okay, yeah, I know it's not the first time. I'm usually the last one to find things out. (That Galileo guy, with his whole "the sun goes in the center"... could someone have just sent me a memo? Geez.)
So when I posted yesterday that I'd voted, I intended to follow up with an explanation of why I was happy Arnold won. (By the way, he's going to be Governor Arnold until he gets a last name that's a durn sight easier to spell. )
But another episode of "Joe Schmo" other important stuff happened, and I didn't get around to it.
Da Goddess did.
Damn her.
And she said exactly what I was thinking, only in a much more literate and bloggable way.
Double damn her.
To top it all off, it turns out she's not only younger than me, but less gravity-cursed and a fantastic conversationalist who knows the cool places to shop and where the best hot dogs are.
A mighty pox on her and her hot dogs too.
I know all this because I finally met Joanie, live and in person, the other day.
I live only a spit and a holler down the interstate from Joanie. Since I moved here back in July, we'd planned to meet up, if only to see if it triggers the Apocalypse, but one thing or another kept us cancelling plans.
We finally, day before yesterday, managed to escape our various obligations and find clean shirts and arrange a rendevous at IKEA.
I've never been to IKEA.
Now I might just move in there.
It's huge. It's the size of Disneyland with the instincts of CostCo and the design tastes of Swedish men with rippling biceps, washboard abs, and just a touch of gayness.
If "Queer Eye For The Straight Guy" were on a serious budget, they'd be at IKEA.
So Joanie and I bonded during the shopping experience. She got a few nice things to trick out her son's room, which sounds like an undersea-themed bit of kid heaven.
I got a rubber ice tray that produces heart-shaped ice cubes.
After we calmed down from bargain-adrenaline, we found the world's fattest hot dogs and lunched while we talked. And talked. And yapped. And conversed. And swapped stories. And yammered on until before we knew it, two hours had passed.
Joanie, as it turns out, is not just the phrase-turner online. She's more fun to listen to than a Stephen King audio book, without the gore and mutated prom queens.
We'd most likely be there still, shooting the proverbial shit, if my bladder were bigger.
So now a blogbuddy is a flesh and blood friend.
I might even have to forgive her for being younger. And cuter. And having a bigger rack.
Maybe. We'll see.
Nifty! Joanie is on my list of blog friends I'd love to meet in RL.
Posted by: Ith at October 8, 2003 05:38 PMHow much do I owe you for the kind words??? You're far too kind. FAR TOO KIND. But, thank you.
Even worse, you're wonderfully endowed, dear! And, in much better shape.
And prettier.
And funny as all get out.
And you laughed at my dumb jokes.
And inspired me with the book jacket.
And.........and........a million other things!
Do I dare post the photos?
Posted by: Da Goddess at October 8, 2003 08:10 PMYes, please post any and all photos - I am way into rack comparisions. I'll even give up my real email address, just let me know. Anyways, aint LeeAnn the cat's meow?
Posted by: LordOrgan at October 9, 2003 09:06 AMDown, boy. :)
Posted by: LeeAnn at October 9, 2003 09:36 AMYou left quite an impression on Joanie, too. She thinks your the shozbot - or whatever those kids are saying these days.
Posted by: Greg at October 10, 2003 03:09 AM