Or at least words from some dude I know that made sense one time. He said something about not feeling obligated to write unless there was something worth writing about.

I have plenty worth writing about, but I suck. I suck because I stayed out too late playing with the APWBWGTTD gang and had to drag myself out of the house after only 5 hours of sleep. I suck because I was reading email in bed and the trackwheel click on the BB woke The Mc up. I suck because I nearly hucked Grayson across the room this morning when the drooled on me for the bajillionth time. Okay, not really, but I did cuss at him. I suck because at 5am I rolled out of the house without my knitting for class tonight and without having put the top back on the Jeep and it’s supposed to rain. I suck because there’s just too much going on and not enough time for me even though it’s all about me.

How the hell does that work? I’m a black hole? I’m imploding on myself? Fascinating and yet…completely not. Sorry. Did I mention I suck?

Pictures from last night here.

If you live in the ATL, use the word “blogger” to define yourself and weren’t on the eVite, it was merely an oversight, darling.

Come on over to make yourself feel smart by helping others, feel true and humble by seeking assistance, or just show up and talk smack.

We are an equal opportunity offender.

Last night was the monthly APWBWGTTD meet up. Pictures here. Too tired to elaborate.

TEAM RUM AND COKE!

Whew. I’m spent.

Fellow blogger Andy wrote this morning about his neighbors home burning down last night, and this is a call to Atlanta based readers to see what you’re made of.

This family lost everything, and there are three innocent children that were impacted -

-Paris (5 y/o girl) wears size 6-7, and a kids small
-Robert (11 y/o boy) wears size 16-18, and a kids large
-Omar (14 y/o boy) wears size 18, and a kids extra large

Tuesday night will find me making a semi-impromptu North Highland Pub to accept donations of clothes, gift cards to local stores – whatever you can give or spare and of course, the opportunity to sit and chat with me if that’s your thing.

To those out-of-towners that would also like to show their character, please contact me via e-mail and we’ll work something out.

Thank you all in advance for your kindness and generosity. This family is going to need all the support and love they can get as they attempt to rebuild what fire has taken away.

Update: Andy has posted pictures here of the home post-fire.

The easiest way to reach you kids is via this being syndicated over on atlbloggers.net, so if my other readers will kindly forgive the interruption…

Found this morning that I’m being syndicated elsewhere without my consent – and you are too. Just a heads up re: http://atlantasnews.net.

I sent them a love note this morning and have yet to hear back:

Hey there.

First, you’ve got a stack overflow that keeps giving me error
message “72″ on your site.

Second, you may not have noticed the Creative Commons license on my
site, or you may not understand what it means. I did not submit
myself to your site for a feed, nor did I authorize it. While I may
have (had I been asked), I’m now just peeved instead.

What you’ve done is against blogging and web decorum, not to mention
you have violated my CC license.

Please return this email to discuss resolution.

-Maigh

I’ll keep you posted, in the mean time you may want to look at what kind of butchering they’re doing to your site via their inadequate implementation of a feed and having hijacked an image from your site or assigned their own pointless image to your “profile.”

It’s almost flattering, but not really.

I had every intention last night of sitting down and writing all about the new Harry Potter film after the screening, but alas I had a second obligation at Limerick Junction and I’m afraid that pint/dinner grabbed hold of me. It’s only fitting, given that our gaggle of peeps refers to itself as Atlanta People with Blogs Who Get Together to Drink.

Following another lovely Guinness inspired slumber, I am back in front of the keyboard with my oatmeal (again) and twenty nine degrees waiting for me just on the other side of these walls.

At least my can-you-tell-I’m-a-Northerner footwear will keep me toasty.

So here are the goods: the newest HP installment was better than its predecessors in terms of cinematography, special effects, and story telling. The actors still suck. Why can’t these effing kids get some training between films? It’s ghastly and painful to watch. Just the same the story held tight to the book as it chronicled Harry through the Tri Wizard Championship, our introduction to Fluer and of course He Who Should Not Be Named. PS The bad guy isn’t supposed to be hot, is he? As Voldermort was morphing out of the sludge Wormtail had concocted, I was pleasantly surprised and then ashamed to find myself thinking “damn” because they cast Raif Fines to scare us. Shite and hubba and shite again. Damn those Hollywood folk. Even without a nose…I mean come ON!

In short, I was ready to be disappointed and I was disappointed. Hold on. Double negative, check. Carry the one.

As for my drinkin’ pals, the screening wrapped at 9 and the monthly public gathering of Atlanta’s famed bloggers began at 7. Fashionably late, I was fortunate enough to have missed a few car bombs and arrived just in time to experience the joy and charm of alcohol induced ADD. WOOT! It’s always good to see these faces that managed to show themselves (dig), as well as to meet a few newbies. The best part very well could have been the Maigh pose.