For the past two years, it’s been a small, informal gathering of local bloggers, but a great time was had by all, and we’re having it again, and on Saturday, June 14 at 5:30 p.m., you’re all invited.
What am I talking about? Why, the Waterloo-Wellington Blogstravaganza, where bloggers and blog readers from Kitchener-Waterloo, Cambridge, Guelph and all parts in between are invited to the Huether Hotel for pub grub and conversation and camaraderie, regardless of political affiliation. Jennie of Idealistic Pragmatist will be there, visiting all the way from Edmonton, as will Mr. Sinister, and so will I (fingers crossed).
So, if you have a blog or you read this blog, consider yourself invited and come on out. We’ll save a seat for you.
Still struggling with lack of sleep (Vivian wakes like clockwork at 7 a.m. and Nora goes to sleep late and wakes up in the night) and a looming book deadline, so there’s not much to blog about from this end. So, I’ll resurrect an interesting meme I discovered a couple of years ago, to give you something to play with. A little contest.
The rules work as follows:
- Set your iPod on shuffle and list the sixteen or so songs (with lyrics), no matter how embarrassing.
- From these, pick a lyric and place it on the blog.
- Let your readers guess the song title (and, for bonus points, the singer or group).
- Have fun!
Here’s what I got. Your guesses go in the comments:
- No-one’s frightened of playing it / Everyone’s saying it,
- I felt so good, like anything was possible
- Someones in the bedroom / Playing with the lamp
- Slow down, you move too fast. / You got to make the morning last
- I was electromagnetically sucked back into a party going on that night
- The jukebox’s blowin’ a fuse / my hearts beatin’ rhythm
- So saddle up the horses / ‘Cos we’re headed for the hall of fame
- I get run over by the cars she used to drive
- I¬¥m just like a hobo riding a train / I¬¥m like a gangster living in Spain
- Come on now, don’t you want to see / this thing that’s happening to me
- And I know a father / Who had a son
- And hold hands with weeping strangers
- Yes, I’m unreliable, but it’s undeniable
- The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
- Singing in tears blessed fears / Daily there my sins confessing
- But nonsense has a welcome ring / And heroes don’t come easy