Category Archives: Blogging

Speech, speech

It’s awards season.  And guess who won??

ME!

That’s right.  The Sticky Egg has won its second Versatile Blogger Award, courtesy of fellow blogger — and no doubt awesome human being — Hyperactive Inefficiency.

Thanks so much!

When I received my first nod last year from The Word Nymph, I didn’t pay it forward as is every winner’s prerogative.

Not this year.

Therefore, I hereby bestow The Versatile Blogger Award on the following blogs that I have recently discovered and find interesting and fresh:

  1. http://justachitowngirl.com/
  2. http://purecomplex.com/
  3. http://blackcrowwhiteowl.com/
  4. http://larasbookclub.wordpress.com/
  5. http://ratedyoung.com/

Congratulations!

And, in keeping with another awards rule, here are a few things about me that you might not know:

  1. I once had a dog named Booger.  And my best friend in college?  Had a dog named Booger.
  2. I was a member of the original Steve Martin Fan Club — arrow-through-the-head, certificate, you name it.
  3. I keep three calendars.
  4. I love buying purses but hate carrying them.
  5. I have a habit of living in cities for seven years, then moving.  (What’s that about?)

I’m also supposed to write a blog post about at least one of these facts in the near future, so stay tuned.

And thanks, as always, for reading The Egg!

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If Congress censors the web, this is all you’ll read online.

Sign the Google petition and urge them to vote NO on SOPA and PIPA on January 24th.

Drum roll, please

Last night on Conan, the house band had a new sound.

A really big sound.

Conan has added, on a trial basis, a timpani drum.  He used it to introduce both himself and his guests.

It was seriously cool.

Don’t remember what a timpani drum sounds like?  Take a listen.

Isn’t that awesome?  Wouldn’t everything — and everybody — sound more important and more exciting if they were introduced with a timpani drum?

Yes.  Yes, they would.

Which got me thinking — my blog posts should be even better if they were preceded by the sound of a timpani drum…right?

I’ll get to work on that.

Blue skies


New York City does not look like this today.

Our skies are overcast. The air is heavy. The rain that alternately threatens and abates has delayed my friend’s plane for hours.

No, the skies are not bright in Manhattan.

But this photo, from Cat Satler’s Art Scrapbook, reminds me that they will be again soon.

Very soon.

Eggs on film

What in the world is a ‘sticky egg?’  And what would I do with one?” — pretty much everybody

This year at Halloween, The Sticky Egg presented a ‘trick or treat’ challenge to readers:  ‘LIKE’ my page on Facebook, and receive a ‘real’ sticky egg.

Tens of you accepted my terms, and sticky eggs were soon winging their way across the country via snail mail.  I have received many lovely notes of thanks over the past month, with the prevailing opinion that sticky eggs “are really sticky!”

Have I ever lied to you?

One reader (and very dear friend) also shared a video, which offers one idea of what to do with a sticky egg.  Turn your head sideways for optimal viewing.

Way to play, Egon!

Say — what do you do with your sticky egg?

Mixed messages

I’m feeling very two-dimensional today.

Or that’s what the Huffington Post would have me believe.

I like Huff Post.  I find myself reading it most days…either by going there directly or via a link from another source.

But today I noticed — for the first time — that Huff Post defines issues of interest to women in a pretty narrow way.  Just check out their navigation.

Business, politics and tech are all broken up into six sub-categories apiece.  Entertainment has eight, culture 10, lifestyle 12.

But women?

Complicated creatures that we are, Huff Post sums us up in two — healthy living and parents.  That’s all they got.  Sure hope you fall into one of those buckets.

Of course, it could be worse.

Men didn’t even rate the header.

Say wha?

Vaguebook much?”

That’s what a good friend said to me yesterday after I posted a status update on Facebook that he found unusually cryptic.

You say cryptic, I say creative.  Let’s call the whole thing off.

I do like the term ‘vaguebooking,’ though.  It’s real word, too. You’ll find it at urbandictionary.com.  They define it as ‘an intentionally vague Facebook status update, that prompts friends to ask what’s going on, or is possibly a cry for help.’

Let’s see if mine fits the bill.

I posted:  Just took my own advice. I was right.

Cryptic?  Perhaps.  Cry for help?  Hardly.  Eight friends ‘liked’ it with no apparent concern for my health or well-being.  No comments or questions…but I’ll tell you what I meant.

A friend was pondering what to eat for lunch.  I recommended he order Chinese food, thought about it and then ordered Chinese for myself.  I was right — it was awesome.

And sure, I could have said that in a very straightforward way in my status update…but it would have been BORING.

Wasn’t my way more fun?

I think so.

Sitting pretty

I was wondering what I would write today, and then it hit me.

Literally.

I was sitting on the airplane, and the passenger in front of me reclined his seat back in one fast, forceful, in-my-face motion.  Since he was quite tall, his head was suddenly inches from my face.

There was no look back to see if I had my tray table down.  (It was.)  No quick check to make sure he wouldn’t overturn food or crush a laptop.  (I almost dropped both.)  He just pushed his way into my personal space.

This was war.

Now, I have a lot of sympathy for the overly tall on airplanes.  I have given up my exit row seat on more than one occasion to folks jammed into middle seats.  But this man had two seats to himself.  He could have easily angled his body to gain more legroom without robbing me of mine.

Allowing seats to recline on airplanes is based on the assumption that people will do the right thing.  Can we assume that anymore?

Sadly, I think not.

So I propose that, going forward, we remove the recline lever from all airplane seats.  Instead, the standard airplane seat will be set at a gentle recline at all times.  This compromise position will accommodate the majority of travelers and do away with the growing recline lever abuse.

It will also free up flight attendants of one pre- and post-flight announcement and duty — no more seat backs to straighten or police.

I like it.  What say you?  Vote in the poll below.  Be heard!

Sticky treat


This is the third one we’ve celebrated together since I launched The Sticky Egg, so I think we know each other well enough to go trick-or-treatin.’

Here’s the trick:

The Egg has its own Facebook page now. Perhaps you’ve noticed the over-sized “Like” button at the upper right corner of the page.

Subtle, I know.

But The Egg needs your “Like’s” to make the page legit.  And I appreciate your support, if the feeling moves you.

In fact, in the true spirit of Halloween, I’m giving treats — actual sticky eggs, the toy everyone’s talking about — to 100 lucky “Likers” chosen at random.

(Hope I get that many.)

So speed right over to my Facebook page and do your thing.  I’ll message the winners for mailing details.

They are sticky, icky fun — just like Halloween!

A haunting

A little over a week ago, I blogged about the inherent scariness of twins, citing the movie The Shining as the perfect example.

They came back to haunt me.

I was in Pittsburgh on business Friday and stayed at The Priory Hotel, a former Benedictine Monastery that is now a 25 room European-style hotel on Pittsburgh’s North Shore.  I chose it because it was within walking distance of not only my meeting but the Warhol Museum, and I hoped to pay a visit after my business was finished.

Due to travel delays, I didn’t get to my room until almost midnight.  When I went to bed, I lay down facing the room door where I saw, through the light streaming in, two feet standing outside the doorway.

I got up, crept to the door, and peered through the peephole.  No one was there, but the distorted view of the hallway — with its ancient wallpaper and crown molding — gave me an instant Shining flashback.

The twins weren’t there, but they might as well have been.

I was thoroughly spooked. All the period details of my room went from charming to creepy.  The bust on the fireplace staring at me with sightless eyes.  The heavy drapes that anyone could hide behind.  I have never longed for the generic sameness of the Hilton Garden Inn in my life.

And what was on TV when I awoke this morning?  The Shining.

Oh no — they’re following me.