This photo sums up the zeitgeist of my vacation all too accurately, but not the sweetness of a week sunning, drinking frozen things, and checking email only on a whim. I am now looking at seventeen loads of laundry, and contemplating declaring RSS bankruptcy rather than trying to wade through the thousands of posts that have accumulated in my absence. But at least I have y'all.
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You go on vacation and I get struck by a drunk driver and get a broken collarbone. While running. At three in the afternoon.
Coincidence?!?!?!?!?
Oh, Jesus, are you okay? More importantly, can you still type? :)
I can type. It's close to all I can do, actually. I'm doped up on tramadol, which is nice. I gotta have surgery in a few days, which is less nice.
If I uploaded it right you should be able to click on my name and see the xray. (You might not want to, though, if that sort of thing grosses you out.)
I was hoping for a bikini picture.
That's one impressive pile of Mac-laptops, there. We only have three in our (two-person) household. (Of course, that isn't counting the old ones we don't use anymore and should sell or send to e-waste.)
BTW, I hear that Althouse disagrees with you heartily on the Kindle issue, but for some reason that makes me wish even more that I could afford to get one.
Think about how I feel! A good handful of the bloggers that I read daily all go on vacation together, leaving me to read a bunch of guest bloggers at work. Of course, now that everyone is back I now have to read all those guest bloggers' blogs. So yeah I know what you mean by RSS bankruptcy!
Dear Megan,
You left to go play beach blanket blogger Bingo so suddenly, and it was only at the moment when you were gone that I realized I can't live without you.
Yes, at first I cheated, but I was lonely. I drifted over to Huffingtonpost.com, even though I am conservative, and to Althouse, Moxie, LGF (yes I did guys too, but it was a phase) and a few other places (but no porn sites, honest). But I felt bad, and kept coming back. But these other people were here, these men saying all sorts of crazy things.
Now that you are back, would you marry me? I mean, you will have to make some adjustments like dealing with a shorter guy, cooking up chicken (and not organic or freerange, since I am on a budget), and moving into my studio. You will also have to relocate to Phoenix, but oh the money you will save. Your mom will love you for grandchild potential, but might (or might not) be mildly concerned about the mixed race new baby who may end up looking like a Panda (I am not sure on biology).
On the bright side you will be able to save a ton of money, and I can edit your libertarian posts into pieces I can agree with. Don't worry, you won't know the difference. It also enhances my voting strength as surely you will agree to vote the same way for the sake of our marriage, and little Ling La (our child to be).
Finally, I am very forgiving, so if you have a fling, and it's purely for sex, that's cool so long as you are honest. Is that not generous or what?
See, aren't you glad you came back? I know, I know, it takes your breath away, don't speak. Hush. (My finger on your lips).
Finnean La
(And shouldn't you be getting back to some major posting? Gosh. Hurry up!)
Welcome back. :)
So what's the deal?
Are you and Julian Sanchez an item?
Julian and I are friends, not dating. Sixteen of us went to the beach for a week, all with Macbooks in tow--his is the one with all the stickers, mine's the one with the USB modem.
I'm getting old. Beach house in my youth meant just that, a house. Running water and electricity was provided but not always running hot water - there was a big black tank on the roof - there was hot water in the late afternoon. No TV, no telephone.
Surely you jest when you say 17 loads of laundry. I'd be hard pressed to scare up 17 loads of laundry if I washed everything I own.
Wow, Freddie, that's awful. I really hope your surgery goes well.
Megan - RSS Bankruptcy, nice. Hadn't heard the term before, but I like it.