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Blogher 2010 is only weeks away.
Okay, so maybe months. But what is the harm in PREPARING? Are you going? What are you wearing? Are you hosting something? How will I find you? And - is there anything else I should know before we meet? If so, let me know -- because I've decided to set aside a little time to find out more. Tell one, tell all. Let's JUST KNOW so that we don't waste precious time FINDING OUT. What do you think? Not going? Well - I'd still like to know. So tell. Spill. Dish. GO.

I was at the library the other day multitasking.
Because that's what libraries are for, right?

Writing recipes, looking for design inspiration while simultaneously reading TITANIC TRUCKS to the boy running through the stacked aisles. I was beginning to think that a vacation might be something to consider when all of the sudden books started screaming and jumping off the shelves -- dangerously missing my head... I grabbed Will and dove under the nearest table. The piles of books surrounded us as one manuscript fell open at my knees... it was Poe, "I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity." It was then that I realized that something needed to be done immediately... Because I have reached the final point, and this is it. I am dangerously approaching the end of my blogging quota.

Visualize this to be like filling a water balloon to capacity or eating copious amounts of McDonald's like this guy did a few years ago... only to result in weight gain, heart disease, ulcers and bad skin.... because what did he think was going to happen? I wonder if he wishes that he could go back and undo -- kind of like going back and picking through - deleting the bad blog posts while copying and saving the good ones for republishing possibilities... revitalizing the QUOTA. But oh the HUMANITY.

I started For the Birds on August 22, 2008. It was a slow start... and, although I never intended for this blog to turn into what it is now... it has been a journey like no other... similar to swimming across the Atlantic or leaving the space shuttle mid-universe to test out that gravity theory... floating aimlessly into DEEP SPACE. And if you know what this blog is about, then you're a hair-slight more genius than I, because I lost track a LOOOONG time ago. But I am missing the point.

What I am trying to inch out there is that I am now starting the tedious task of going back, judging myself and then deciding who gets to stay and who gets to go hang out at the pearly gates of archival heaven. But what do you think? If you are here, reading this right now -- If you wouldn't mind turning time off for a few minutes and letting me know if there are any posts that must stay live... Because beyond self-inflicted torture, I am my own souvenir. And I'm sure that isn't the first time I've said that.   

Okay, okay -- I get it. I sat down to start writing and have come to the realization that everything I have to say sounds like a complaint. I sound like a big loser whining about popular culture, design aesthetics, the movie I watched last night, the General Electric guy that left my ENTIRE house smelling like cigs and BO. Why is it that every fix-it man and contractor asks to use our bathroom? What about the house they were at before ours? Then, there is the client that hired me to design something and then took it upon herself to DO IT HERSELF -- she probably spent hours on it. Was I not doing it correctly? At least Will is napping - I have that to be grateful for. Happy that the giant Christmas blow up snow-globe with lights and snowmen with green and red holiday hats at BJ's didn't scar him for life yesterday afternoon... Just 2 aisles from the giant kettle stirring green witch sitting on a massive blow up Halloween pumpkin, mind you. The weirdos are out during the day on Mondays at BJs - FYI, stick to shopping on the weekends with the crowds.

No - I thought I had plenty to write about today, but it's all negative and annoying. Like... Mackenzie Phillips and couples that have eight babies, exploit the hell out of them, look around and realize that not enough people are paying attention, so then proceed to bash the hell out of each other all in the name of reality tv fame. Or the new Dinosaur show on PBS that features a T-Rex orphan adopted by a Pteranodon family that rides a supernatural train through the various periods of pre-historia. Dudes. COME ON! Kids might love trains, and they might love dinosaurs, but WHAT? Not only is this show most certainly on CRACK, but what happens when the preschoolers face reality? That the T-REX will EAT his entire adoptive family someday.... Someday SOON!

So, there it is--the few items all meshed into one super annoying post. At least I didn't drag it out and write about each individual item like I was planning. I'm off to find air-fresheners--lighten it up a little bit.. or maybe, just light it all on fire.

Oh - comments are working again--so go on with your bad self. Yeah, that means you Jazz Hands, bring it.
 

A few weeks ago For the Birds celebrated it's one year mark -- picture me sitting at the keyboard with a party hat on....vodka bottle rolling on the floor...  silly string still stuck to the monitor.. I mentioned in my post that FTB has built a following with over 20,000 site visitors. This is a rough estimate, because  -- come on, really. You don't think that I actually believe that 20,000+ of you are out there reading these almost daily observations... And thanks to all of the lovely comments that I received pointing this out. Side note, I am not that BOARING Ms. Kelly from Kentucky -- and although you don't know how to spell, I might have better things to do with my time but I choose to do this -- and if it's just not that interesting to you -- then STOP visiting. But, keep checking in if you must, I am into all things that depreciate. 

So, getting to the point, I do know -- thanks to those smart heads over at Feed Burner, that we do have a factual regular readership of 25 concrete, real-live people. That's right - a lovely and lucky 25. And to you I am calling out. In the next few days the following will be happening:

1. For the Birds will turn out the lights for a much needed beauty rest.
2. For the Birds will return, refreshed and better than ever--but only viewable at the new (still shiny) URL - http://forthebirdsblog.com
3. The old ugly domain http://designsigh.typepad.com/forthebirds will GO AWAY, so DON'T GO THERE
4. Those of you that have the old domain/URL in your readers, you will need to change to the new domain.
5. For the Birds will only be accessible from http://forthebirdsblog.com
6. This has very little to do with the evil birders over at forthebirds.com 

Unfortunately, I don't have specific timing on this event--otherwise I would fill you in. But the wheels are in motion. We've checked the logs, Batman, and will make a swift return... So, if you happen to be settling in for the evening, and pull up to FTB for some mild entertainment, please don't be alarmed if you receive some sort of error message or blank screen--We are still here... we are coming back--this has very little to do with the evil birders at forthebirds.com AND, the best is yet to come... More shameless self-promotion of multiple personality abundance -  I want you to know but I don't anxiety disorder...  have I mentioned most of us here are geminis? Any questions? Email me - rmsatbwdstudiodotcom.

Just in case you knew, marked your calendar but forgot anyway... A very much anticipated return to prime time will be occurring very soon. Armed with the evil fighting, suicide stopping, librarianesche do-gooder of a hot veterinarian background, our very own C to the O to the D will (again) join the ranks of talents such as Gary Sinise, James Spader and other "Movies are great but Television is Money" actors.. That's right. On September 22nd, brace yourselves as Chris(topher) O'Donnell runs screaming into your dens and TV rooms--Not stopping until he has completely facified his new-born five o'clock shadow with your screen. Staring as leading man, "G"-- perhaps for "gentle", "giant", or "ginormous"... Trust me, no stone will be left unturned in the promise of entertaining you with this one as the O'D acts like he's never acted before. NCIS Los Angeles, with your latin-american flair, come as you will. Oh, and BTW... the new and improved anti-porn LL Cool J stars as wingman... Around the Way Girl, now I know you're hooked. (CBS 9/8c).

Cool as a cucumber, CO'D, this one's for you.

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I am not one to write television reviews... but for those of you that were looking for a follow-up to the must see, anticipated premiere of Royal Pains... here 'tis...

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A few weeks back we mentioned the various filmings that were taking place in our Hampton neighborhoods... there were explosions and mysterious goings-on behind white sheets being held up by large men with headsets. Well... all for not, it appears that Royal Pains, staring Mark Feuerstein, is being picked up by the USA Network.... and THANK GOODNESS -- with the economy down and financial schemes becoming so unfashionable as of late -- we were worried that the Hamptons rep of unbridaled selfishness and gluteny would suffer. At least we can count on a realistic prime time series to keep up appearances.