May 16, 2011 at 7:32 am
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In 20 words or less: I will no longer be updating PastaQueen.com. I will now be blogging at JenFul.com
I used to be Jenny. To some I was even called Jenny Sue. But there were a lot of girls named Jenny in the early 80’s and there was always another one in my class. It made me feel less than special, like I wasn’t the unique snowflake they tell you that you are. I was Jenny F. and the “eff” sounded so harsh, though not quite as harsh as using the first two letters of my last name would have been: Jenny FU.
I’ve been PastaQueen for over six years. Actually, I’ve been PastaQueen since I had to sign up for a Hotmail account during summer camp in 1997. I registered PastaQueen.com several years after that and used it as a portfolio site. Then I set up a blog in its own folder, PastaQueen.com/HalfofMe. Eventually that folder took over the whole domain and that’s where I’ve been writing and […]
July 19, 2010 at 2:10 pm
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I haven’t posted a new entry for over a week now, which might be a record for me. There were moments in the past week when I thought, “I should post something. People will wonder if that IKEA bookcase I assembled fell over and crushed me dead.” But then my next thought was, “What should I write about?” and the honest answer was, “I don’t have anything I care enough to write about right now.” Sure, I’ve got dozens of little notes saved for post ideas, many of which are worth writing about eventually. But during each moment I thought about posting last week, nothing seemed so immediately important that I had to write a blog entry about it RIGHT NOW.
Certainly, there is something to be said for writing when you don’t feel like it. If you want to be a professional writer, you’ll spend plenty of time writing when you don’t want to. That’s why it’s a job, because it’s actual work. However, I feel that bloggers […]
June 4, 2010 at 1:15 pm
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I’ll be getting my geek on and driving to Chicago today for this weekend’s Wordcamp conference. Wordcamp is when you pack up your morphemes and syllables and send them off for the summer to live in bunk houses and—oh wait. That’s a total lie. Wordcamp is a gathering dedicated to the WordPress blogging software, which is responsible for a big chunk of my living these days at Make My Blog Pretty. You know what that means? Tax write-off! I’ll be keeping my receipts.
I expect there to be a high concentration of pasty people and nerd boys at this shindig, so I’ll be highly disappointed if I’m not one of the hottest chicks there. I’m a pretty purty pasty girl. If you’re going and you see me there, say hey!
People have asked me, so I wanted to let everyone know I’m not attending the BlogHer ’10 conference in New York. I’ll make the probably erroneous assumption that anyone cares that I’m not going, and continue on with this entry. (If […]
March 24, 2010 at 8:00 am
The night that FitBloggin’ concluded, my room mates and I started talking in our dark hotel room like you do at slumber parties, where you’re just voices without bodies, sort of like how we are on the Internet. We were talking about the bloggers we’d met and the bloggers we read and that’s when I asked, “Does anyone remember Fat Bitch?”
“YES! She used to wear a bag on her head with a face drawn on it to remain anonymous!”
“She was hilarious! Then she just stopped blogging.”
“What about that one blog, Yo Ho Ho or something? There were pirates, remember?”
“Oh yeah, what was that called?”
“You Heave Ho! She was a pirate who wanted to lose her booty.”
“I miss A Dumbbell in a Home Gym.” We all sighed in agreement. “Hopeful Loser, too.”
“I miss The Fat Slayer.”
“How about Fatty McBlog? Remember that time she tripped on the stairs and almost crushed her neighbor?”
“Wait, do you mean Fatty McButterpants?”
“No, Fatty McBlog. There is a Fatty McButterpants, but she doesn’t write Fatty McBlog.”
Then we broke into laughter, […]
March 22, 2010 at 11:19 am
I woke up at four o’clock in the morning to catch my flight to Baltimore for FitBloggin’ 2010. Waking up at that hour does strange things to my body, making me simultaneously feel like I’m going to barf and that I can talk to angels dancing on the wings of the plane. Hopefully they’d remind me to pull my hair back before vomiting. My odd mental state also made me very wary of sitting so close to the jet engines.
My Paranoid Traveler’s Syndrome made me worry that the glass was going to break and I’d be sucked into the turbines like a bird with bad luck. Thankfully, the plane remained in tact, but this also meant that I spent the flight being taunted by ads in the seat pocket advertising free wifi that was not working on my flight.
When questioned, the stewardess just shrugged her shoulders, which is the universal gesture for, “I’m just a stewardess, not a cable repair man.” While I rather hate to use this cliched phrase, major FAIL, Airtran!
When I […]