We're Moving On Up! To WordPress!

Hello everyone:

This marks our last post on Blogger.com. Instead, we have decided to move this dog-and-pony show over to WordPress, where some of us have been hard at work tonight getting it all set up.

The new site is rebloggingns.wordpress.com, and as of now, that's where you can find us. Please adjust your bookmarks accordingly.

You will notice that most of the previous posts have been successfully imported to WordPress, although it doesn't seem the comments are showing up underneath the posts yet. We're not sure if they ever will. But you can all start posting new comments immediately on any and all of the posts.

Thanks for discovering us here and sticking with us, now come join us over on WordPress. We do apologize for any inconvenience but it's for the best for all of us. Have a nice day! xoxo

Oh honey, no, you are just wrong about that.

Good heavens. That Easter bullshit rides again. Why?? Four pounds or not, this is still a massive boner. KILLER. 

Julia: An OK Outfit

At reunion registration this morning.

Head to Toe (special Prep Edition):

- H&M white cardigan tied around neck
- H&M white button down blouse
- vintage A-line skirt, found at thrift shop on 2nd avenue
- Aldo heels
- Chanel purse
- pearl stud earrings

Here it is. Is it just me or does something look off about her mouth in this photo?

Julia: Tweets of Continuing Madness

She might have lost four pounds but Jackles's little "vacation" and her "break from the Internet" has apparently done nothing to diminish the madness. In her first post in days, she gets immediately busted by RBNS commenters for posting an old photograph on her blog and implying that it was from her recent waterside vacation. She's now deleting all the time stamps from her photos, and has also been Tweeting like crazy about "Date 2.5" with the guy whose alma mater she simply cannot stop dropping. Interesting coming from a woman who bemoans how the Internet has ruined her personal life. The Internet, mind you -- not her use of the Internet. Broadcasting her personal life to thousands of followers on Twitter is somehow different in Jackles's mind than broadcasting her personal life to thousands of readers on the Internet. How strange!

Tweet 1:

Tonight's Washington, DC Agenda: Date 2.5 with Harvard Crush, who happens to be in town. Actually looking forward to this. Jinx alert! :)

Tweet 2:

Date picked me up ON HIS MOTORCYCLE!!! omfg

Tweet 3:

Re: last night's motorcycle date - @MsFitzSTYLIST - a Harley, actually. It was my first time on a bike!! Oh yes, I liked. How could I not?!

Tweet 4:

@erinmstyles ahhhh it was!!! Especially since I was wearing heels, a vintage skirt and a Chanel bag. Carrie would be so proud.

Where to begin with all this? Yes, we get it, he goes to Harvard. And yes, we get it, she's got a Chanel bag! She's just like Carrie! How come no mention of the Payless shoes, though?

p.s. Thanks to IronicSlanket for the photo.

Yulia: Ancient photos from a million miles away

Me Scaring Innocent Teenage Boys @ Prom, 1999.
It’s Prime Prom Season, which you know is my favorite season of all, next to Wedding Season. Actually prom is pretty much like getting married, but without the whole “monogamy” thing. And you get to wear colors.

Blah, blah, blah. She go on about emailing her photos (which she will only find through the Gogol image search and email to herself). I too bored to care.

I do like that Poofy manage to find shot of her that feature Old Face and was taken from the surface of Neptune so we can no really see what she look like before she get the 367 plastic surgeries and injections that she say she not get until she say she get in HBO documentary, like that was always the story.

She is wily, this one in the light blue.

I go take 17 innocent teenage goats to "prom" now, if you know what I mean.

Julia: DonkeyGate? Or PhotoGate? You Guys Decide.

Our wily commenters noticed today that Jackles, in a post about how she spent her three-day vacation, boasts about the pretty heart she drew in the sand (CORRECTION: She did not write `while away.' She just implied it). There is just one minor problem. The photo is time-stamped Feb. 12, 2007 -- exactly when she was on the lovely Caribbean island of St. Barts, known for its sandy white coral beaches.

Here is today's blog post about her rejuvenating "beach" vacation:

What I Did on My Three Day Vacation

I swam and read and hiked and sat in the sun and watched bad movies after dinner and called my mom for marathon phone conversations and slept at least 9 hours each night and went out to eat every evening and savored (small portions of) incredible desserts and still lost four pounds!

What I Didn’t Do

Open my laptop for 72 hours
Go on the internet
Blog
Twitter
Wear makeup
Take any photographs of myself

In other words: it was perfect.

I don’t know why I waited so long to do this. Just having that uninterrupted time to focus on relaxation and health and sleep was worth far more than a dozen multi-tasking trips/”vacations” or afternoons/Sundays off or whatever.

I came back rested, feeling better about my body and my health than I have in a long, long time.

The other conculsion I came to? I need a lot more time off this whole internet thing.

Not sure how this will play out, but let’s just put it this way: I can say with assurance that the relaxation and balance I experienced over this trip wouldn’t have been possible had I been checking my email.

(I’m very proud of the heart I drew in the photo above.)

I guess one of the ways in which Jackles doesn't really want to reinvent herself after her time away to reflect on her life is to STOP LYING.

Notice too, fellow DonkeyGate conspiracy theorists, how very much the above beach photo resembles the beach in this photo, taken by Jackles at the same time -- February 2007. And by resembles, I mean it's the exact same beach.

Julia: Deep Thoughts That Would Intensely Irritate Mother Teresa

Aren't we all trying to reinvent ourselves?

I'll admit it. When she wasn't polluting Twitter for a few days, I forgot just how annoying her "deep thoughts" can be.

Let's start answering them, shall we? I'll start, then you commenters continue on.

Dear Julia:

No, we are not all trying to reinvent ourselves. Some of us are quite happy with the way we are. Some of us don't read self-help books endlessly, or rely on astrologers and psychics to give us some insight into ourselves like 13-year-old girls, or take solace in trite, banal assumptions like the one you just quoted. Some of us don't mess with our faces 24/7 and wear false eyelashes and hair pelts every time we leave the house, or secretly diss our best friends for fear that they're prettier and more popular than us. You think this is normal? That we're "all" afflicted with your illness? It's not normal. Please, for the love of Harvard Guy and all things holy, get some help and sort out your shit, would you?

A three-day "vacation" and you're still spewing out this lunacy? Are you kidding us? It's a joke, right? I find it strange that you would joke about something like this.

Have a nice day! xoxo

Comment of The Goddamned Day, Cowboys and Cowbitches

From some cockgobbler named FF, who some other cockgobblers tell me is a goddamned hooker named Flatface. Sign in, you flat-faced motherfucker! I just got here. How the hell am I supposed to keep track of all you dickarses and ho-bags?

I know the raison d'etre here is to rip on these women, but I have to say: TMI is actually pretty good.

If it were MY show, or if I was the producer, I'd leave it basically as-is - with just a few minor changes.

Number one, I would change the topics from the sort of SATC leftovers and Elle Magazine cast-off stuff they do now. Instead, I'd have topics that are actually interesting and "good". And I think the show would work a little better if they got rid of the three girls who are on it now. And replaced them with three other women. The new women should be smart and funny, and - this is crucial - less crazy and self-absorbed. Lastly, I would just tweak the set. The set they're on now looks a little Al-Queda-martyr's-video-farewell backdrop. It looks like the windowless room where, like, the french club and student government used to meet in the seventh grade. One way to make the show "better" would be to make it less painful visually.

Think of today's TMI as a sort of dress rehearsal, a rough cut. Now think of it with three different hostesses talking about stuff that actually matters, on a set that is less Junior High Audio Visual club hang out and more vibrant.

Other than that I think the show is really good. But as long as I was fiddling around - and of course we're speaking hypothetically here, because they haven't hired me to do a relaunch... yet! - I would go ahead and get rid of that grating Sex in The City Theme outtakes music. And I'd change the name from TMI to something less, um,, I don't know how do you say - less, ah, that's it. Less fucking gay.

TMI Weakly: Shockingly, Jackles Refuses To Appear On Camera Without Makeup

Why can't she leave her mumu alone?

Julia: Sadly, She Re-Emerges

A Tweet:

Well hello there strangers.

Meghan: I'm Coming Up!

Looks like Megs is ready to come out of her shell and show us what she's got! Exciting! Except not so exciting!

p.s. Megs, I apologize. But Queen Bee is away and so you're now it, little lady. Nice of you to take care of her poor neglected dog. We hope you succeed in finding a breed for yourself that "boroughs."

TAGGING MY BLOG

Tumblr now allows you to tag your blog so that you can search others sites for categories you’re interested in. We all LOVE categorization, heck I may like it more than most. We as humans enjoy compartmentalizing others in order to make sense of the world.

That being said, I’m not really sure anymore what category my blog or myself falls into. Sure, I’m a fan of gadgets, startups, and technology, but I’m not certain that’s the best description of me. When I started lifecasting, I wanted a niche. I wanted to focus on one area of expertise that could brand me in a way that made sense for where my passion lies.

With that, I’ve found myself a little more limited to talk about the other areas I like without judgment of what I put out there. Truth is, I LOVE technology, but I also LOVE fashion, fitness (just signed up for another marathon), relationships, travel, and of course NYC Desserts! I think your 20’s are all about finding where your interest lies.

Taking the plunge with NS this year and doing so many things out of character for me has brought me to a place where I’m now ready to be a little less judgmental about what I write. Blogging/ lifecasting is supposed to be fun and for sometime now I have felt stilted in my exploration of this medium. I’ve decided to tag my blog with the following categories: GEEK, TECH, and LIFE.

But, just know that it will be a mixed bag from now on with loads of twists and turns. Since my blog follows my life, I’ll be writing more about my experience. You’ll get to know a braver bolder Meghan that previously stayed polite and somewhat corporate.

I dare people pleasers like me to do the same in life; it’s a great exercise to live without judgments or regrets. I moved to NYC years ago to live in the moment, it’s finally time to start doing just that.

Poll Winner: The Braying Donkey

After a neck-and-neck battle between the Kissy-Face and the Braying Donkey, the Braying Donkey pulled ahead to emerge the winner as the Trademark Jackles Pose our readers find the most annoying. It earned 136 votes, compared to 109 for the Kissy-Face. The Blowing-Kisses was a distant third with 56 votes.

Heee-hawww!

Julia: She Never Truly Goes Away

And I wonder if this Go-Kart guy went to Harvard and would be willing to wait 11 dates? He seems quite titillated by her spunk in the end. Also, she seems awfully uptight about her hair in this segment, as though she's afraid if she pulls it too tightly behind her head, her scalp pelt will become embarrassingly dislodged.

Julia: Striking A Pose With Flipper

That's the Kissy-Face and the Donkey Bray, people! How kind of Flipper to participate in the Donkey Bray with her.

Can't wait to see the shot of her blowing kisses to Flipper ... or doing gangsta signs!

Facility Living

There are unsubstantiated rumors that my Faerie Queene is "vacationing" at a facility care of Grandmama. As one accustomed to facility living, I hope this works out for her. She needs whatever help she can get.

Especially because the finger bruises below are rather suggestive of wider issues:

And isn't the expression on Owen Thomas' face priceless? Something to the effect of "get your talons off me." I dunno. He's obviously not the finger bruiser, or finger banger! HA. Nom. Nom.

Ooops. My nurse is here. Gotta run.

UPDATE: I have had a long day of talking about my feelings and such. I am at the facility. My beloved is at a different kind of facility (or so the rumor has it). Also, sex bruises are nothing to be ashamed of. Parading them around, I am told, is tacky. And attention seeking and probably indicative of wider issues. Sometimes people get help for their 'personality problems,' again, so I am told! I feel woozy. I don't know what they are giving me here, but it beats the hell out of, excuse me, is a lot better than the windy vestibule. 

Brother Britt: A Painful Memory

Now that Sis has gone incognito for a few days on a ..... errrrrrr .... vacation -- yes, that's it, a vacation -- I took a moment to revel in the sweet silence and ponder the shameful past, hopeful that this break could represent a turning point of sorts.

And strangely, rather than enjoying the delicious quietude, I found myself haunted anew by the memory of this horribly humiliating episode. It seems I may be suffering from sister-induced post-traumatic stress disorder. I shudder. I will forever shudder.