Hey kids, can we break away from the conversation about John Gosselin's manboobs to talk about another set of boobs for a minute? I'm talking about Anissa Mayhew's boobs. Actually, I'm talking about the magnificent woman attached to those magnificent boobs.
Okay. Like, SERIOUSLY.
I know you're getting sick of this already. But I want to put out a special plea to all of you MamaPop readers to not just support MamaPop with your vote, but also to take an extra moment to spread that love on over to my personal blog Sweetney, nominated for Best Family Blog (you can vote once *in each category* everyday).
REMEMBER: Voting is open until 10/9, and you can vote once daily in each category, so won't you please take a moment to vote for both MamaPop AND for Sweetney? Thanks, kids.
It's time once again for the Friday Combo Platter, the weekly feature in which we highlight our favorite LOL-or-WTF-worthy comments and our favorite email thread from the past seven days.
This week's best email thread was actually born out of what was originally our comment of the week. But the ensuing snark was too funny and another comment came along to take its place. So, let's get to it, shall we?
ETA: Please remember you can VOTE ONCE PER DAY until 10/9, and keep those votes a-comin'! Might I also suggest an additional vote for MamaPop as BEST OVERALL BLOG, too?
MamaPop has been nominated for a BaltSun Mobbie Award in the Best Pop Culture Blog category (WOOT!), and it goes without saying (I hope) that we can and should win this thing, in the name of all that is right and good in the world... In the name of Mad Men, and True Blood, and NPH, in other words. cough.
Voting is open until 10/9, and you can vote once daily, so won't you please take a moment to vote for us? Your support keeps MamaPop strong, and means the unicorns and glitter will keep on flowing, unlike those shity gettho pop culture sites that FORCiBLY redirect your Sidekick LX to a crappy mobile site. WHICH WE WOULD NEVER DO, BY THE WAY.
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PS: Sweetney is also up for a Mobbie, in the Family category, and obviously if you wanted to vote for me too I'd have NO PROBLEM WITH THAT WHATSOEVER.
We also receive some very special comments from you, our dear readers. Comments that give us some insight into the quirky inner workings of the emotional roller coasters that you ride when reading about shark movies and Top Chef and Speidi.
So, as material permits, we're going to start bring the best of the distro and the comments in a new feature called the Friday Combo Platter.
Those of you who were at Sparklecorn 2009 doubtless remember the presence of our friend Edward, who was featured prominently in many a party photo taken that night:
Well at the end of the evening, we were startled to find that... we could not find him. He was GONE. *POOF!*
OH MY GOD SOMEONE HAD STOLEN OUR EDWARD. BASTARDS!
But wait. It gets better. MUCH better.
To be clear, we would love it if we could just party all the time - I think that we have demonstrated that amply - but we're so much more than that, really. Sure, we can dance up a storm and toss back the whiskey, but hey: we has thoughts, too. Also, ideas. And: more thoughts!
Because that was the other thing that we were doing at BlogHer, when we weren't dancing our asses off or carving up unicorns: we were holding forth with our thoughts. And it was awesome.
Who's the big winner? WHO?
No, not you, silly! MAMAPOP, BEEEYATCHES!
Yes, we're officially a winning Guilty Pleasure. But really, what's there to feel guilty about? It's not like we're making YOU stalk Joss Whedon or anything, right? No blood on your hands, oh nooooooo. Cowards.
Yes, you need more party photos. Resistance is futile. GIVE UP.
This past Friday was easily one of the best days of my entire life.
And also one of the most trying. I spent almost the entirety of it quite literally running around Chicago with my better half in Sparklecorn Party Planningdom, Her Bad Mother, in an almost cartoonish, flailing panic, attempting to fix into place the final pieces of our party. There were last minute blunders to be sure, and moments when I honestly feared things would fall apart completely -- that one of the 50 people that comprised the links that made up the great Sparklecorn Chain of Being would fail, and we'd end up with a less-than-complete version of the vision both Catherine and I had of what Sparklecorn would be. But in the end, we begging, pleaded, and cajoled all involved to come through for us, and lucky for us, they did.
Our dear photographer friend Ryan of Pacing The Panic Room and porch-light pictures was one of those important links, as we flew him in to Chicago with the expressed purpose of documenting the party for posterity. When he arrived on Friday I felt terrible, because I was such a basketcase and so overloaded with all I needed to do before party time that I gave him quite literally no instructions or guidelines whatsoever and simply let him loose with his camera, saying only something to the effect of "Uhh, do whatever you think will be cool... If you need me, I'll be over here in this corner sobbing quietly. [insert quiet sobbing]"
After the jump is Part One of his photographic documentation of that night -- a collection of my personal favorites from all the images he took. They are, I think you'll agree, FREAKING AMAZING.
BlogHer. Has. Begun.
Or, rather, pre-BlogHer has begun, which is to say that it has sort of begun, and that drinking is imminent. Of course, the real party doesn't get going until tomorrow night, but still. Real girls start partying the day before.
A few outstanding details as MamaPop gets ready to rumble, BlogHer-style:
1) That drink-naming smackdown? We have a winner! BlackEyedGurl wins a pass to the party (and! bragging rights!) So what's the name of the drink?
**drumroll**
The Vengeful Unicorn. Drink, and be afraid.
2) We're hosting a Room Of Your Own panel on Saturday. You want to go to there.
3) Did I mention the drink? VENGEFUL UNICORN, betches! Grab that baby by the horn!
(Thanks so much again, again, again to the awesome, spectacular, and incredibly generous people at TypePad/Six Apart, Federated Media, bTrendie and Dove and Yahoo! Canada, who are helping us make this the most awesometastic party in the history of the universe EVAR.)
(See you there!)
It's like three days until MamaPop throws the part of the year - of the century! of the millenium! - and if I said that we're a wee bit excited I would be understating the facts immensely (also, I would be glossing over the fact that we're also overwhelmed - throwing party for 500 people! OH MY GOD - and maybe also a little bit sweaty.)
Some details, for those of you who are attending (and for those of you who we will sorely miss, you can follow the details, you know, for fun and wistfulness):
Eight days and counting. EIGHT DAYS until the awesomest party in the history of the world, ever, and then some.
So, what are you going to wear? Are you going to rock something Olivia Newton-John circa Xanadu? Or something more along the Let's Get Physical/neon headband lines? Whatever it is, make sure that it's sparkly. Or glowy. Or something. You gotta tell me, because I'm still undecided, and I need inspiration.
Also, because I suspect that this is just not quite the right look:
Oh, hey, so you know that little shindig that we're throwing at BlogHer? The one with all the glitter? Yeah, that one. There's going to be liquor there, did you know? I hope you're all of legal drinking age. Because, seriously.
Anyway, about that liquor? Some of it - a lot of it - is going to be provided by the good folks at Templeton Rye. RYE, BABY. Get ready to slurp some Manhattans. And what is even more awesome than Manhattans at a hosted rye bar? SUPER SPESHUL FOR MAMAPOP LIPS ONLY MAMAPOP DRINKS at a hosted rye bar.
TWO. MORE. WEEKS.
Could you just die?
I could just die.
But then I'd miss the party, and that would suck. Because with the help of the awesome, spectacular, and incredibly generous people at TypePad/Six Apart, Federated Media, bTrendie and Dove and Yahoo! Canada, this is going to be themost awesometastic party EVAR.
The guest list is now (we know, we know) closed, as we're at maximum capacity.We're sorry, we really, truly are. We'd let the world in if we could. Best we can do at this stage is tell you to keep your ears to the ground and stay alert for word of folk with RSVPs who won't be attending. Maybe if you bake them a unicorn pie (not with real unicorn, of course), they'll let you have their spot.
ONWARD!
Yeah. We're pretty much in a constant state of OMG!!SQUEE!1! around here
And we're just, like, giving daily thanks to the awesome, spectacular, and incredibly generous people at TypePad/Six Apart, Federated Media, bTrendie and Dove and Yahoo! Canada. Because without them, we wouldn't be able to throw this awesometastic party for ourselves and 500 of our closest friends.
The guest list is now (we know, we know) closed, as we're at maximum capacity. No word on whether anyone is scalping, but we fully expect that if scalping does occur, it will be at a minimum price of three sparklecorn tail braids and a bucket of glitter. So.
[Taps microphone] Hello? Is this thing on? Ahem.
We the people of the Sovereign State Of MamaPop, again cordially invite all you fabulous betches and bestards to come get down with us at what will beyond a shadow of doubt be the most awesometastic and glitterlicious party of the year in all of Blogland (I know things you don't -- you're just going to have to trust me on this).
MAMAPOP IS SMART POP CULTURE ANALYSIS, COMMENTARY, MERCILESS FUN-MAKING AND OTHER SUNDRY AWESOME, DISHED UP DAILY BY PARENTS, FOR PARENTS, AND ANYONE ELSE WHO UNDERSTANDS THAT PLAYTIME IS BETTER WITH VODKA. PLEASE TO ENJOY. READ MORE...
