I’m huge in Singapore
April 30, 2008 by Maggie, dammit
I keep trying to tell my husband how important I am. This has been going on for years, and I rarely gain any ground. My kids aren’t buying it either, despite numerous attempts on my part to blow my likeness up into an 11×14 so that Hannah Montana (that naked little hussy) has some competition on Gracie’s walls. I’ve even graciously offered to autograph these posters of myself, for free. No takers.
Dave’s always all, “So are you gonna do these fucking dishes already?” and I’m always all, “Excuse me, I have three blog comments I must respond to” and he’s all, “What the hell is a blog? Are you getting paid for this?” and I’m all, “Excuuuuuuse me, but I’m huge in Singapore” and he’s all, “I can’t believe I married you I want out.” Well, not really, but that’s what he means when he says, “I gotta go get a Gatorade quick. Be right back.” You and I both know what he’s really saying.
That’s why it’s so huge when somebody throws me a bone, even if it’s a cyber bone. (And by typing the words “cyber bone” I have just secured a new set of perverted Googlers, poor sots who will be ever-so-disappointed to arrive *here* instead of on Jenna Jameson’s page. Hi pervs! See how that works?)
My point is, I’m now on Alltop. The inventor of the Internet Alltop, Guy Kawasaki, says it’s like a “digital magazine rack.” He also said something about single page aggregations and Nononina and feeds and Truemors and I honestly have no idea what he’s talking about but I’m virtually-nodding like a coked-out woodpecker because I don’t know much, but I do know this: Guy Kawasaki is to the internets what Oprah is to depressing books. So if this Cyber King Midas is laboring under the delusion that my blog should be listed in the newly launched women.alltop.com next to iVillage and I am Bossy well then (HOLY SHIT how long before he deletes me, any betters out there??) let’s just keep feeding that delusion. OK? (Which means you won’t be seeing more posts like this one any time soon. You’re welcome. Please don’t hate me. Please, please come back. Oh God, you totally hate me now.)
So you see?
So what if my family doesn’t think I’m cool? So what if I can’t remember the last time I showered? So what if my house is on Social Services’ watch list? I’ve been Kawasakied.
(p.s. Since you’re all about to flee in droves over this self-important drivel, might I suggest a good blog or two? Check those links on the right — and if you’re not there and you think you should be, please let me know. Adios, patriots.)







I don’t think I understand this whole Kawasaki thing. Miss Britt was all excited because she met him, too. Also, I humbly request to be on your blogroll, please? That would be exciting for me.
Congratulations on getting posted on Alltop! I’ve never heard of it before now, but that’s a super huge honor. Whoo! (I’d do a dance, but net dances don’t work so well.)
Where can I get one of those 11×14 signed pictures?
The naked ones’ll cost ya.
1. I want a signed nude Maggie poster.
2. That looks just like my house, except without the sink ants because they all like to gravitate to my bathroom for some weird reason. Why the bathroom, ants? My pee must be all sugary. Not that I’m peeing on the floor or anything. On purpose.
Oh never mind.
I just realized that I always leave comments here with my Bloggess name but then link to my mommy blog. That seems totally psycho. Changing it now.
Yeah, mommies are generally horrified by my blog. You’re missing your demographic.
see I told you! maggie = next dooce
I could never hate you pickle - we’re fraternal twins who were separated at birth! It was only a matter of time before the masses discovered how wonderful you are and climbed onboard, cluttering up your email with adoring letters from shallow sychophants. Even though you’ll forget all about us little people on your climb to fame and (hopefully) fortune, my devotion is as constant as the turning of the earth.
Congratulations on being Kawasakied!
Besides, you wash the dishes, they’re just going to get dirty again…why bother?
Today is a good day. Now I finally know where magic happens.
I gotta start a blog.
Love, Dad
What color matte shall I purchase for my 11X14?
neat!
You know in his email he said I was going up there too. Am I there??? Am I????
*shakes fist*
If you’re really looking to spread your bountiful goodness into the world and receive its unconditional gratitude in return, the Mount Horeb Mail is currently advertising for a staff writer.
Shhhhhhhh, Ray! You just told everyone in Singapore where we live.
Please take the pictures of your house off of your blog before I come over there and Magic Bubbles your ass (again).
Why do you think I put them up there, dude? It’s like porn for my compulsively clean friends. Come on, you know you want me. Bring bleach.
Coked-out woodpecker? Seriously that made my day.
Just got back from Singapore…saw your headshot on the side of bus…you’re huge dude!
Is there a ladies of the blog world calendar yet? There really should be. Dibs on March.
Please add us! I ask with a big smile and an offer to post your 11×14 on our blog! And my compulsively clean friends are on their way…I have too many to name. But I am compulsively normal…ha ha.
THANKS FOR THE ADD! You are amazing! Cheers to you!
Who is this Guy Kawabunga dude? And why is it so important to please him? Really, the only one you have to please, is YOU, babe! How do I get on your bogroll? Money? Booze? Coked-out woodpeckers? How about I send you a gallon of our lovely ‘love bugs’, they’re baaaaaackk!!! Oy yes, I love you just the way you are…
Oh yeah — coked out woodpecker– it doesn’t get any better than that! Except maybe, “Kawasaki is to the internet what Oprah is to depressing books”. I keep telling you you’re the best, but you think I’m biased — ask anyone up there — You are the BEST! (Even the buses in Singapore know that…
Keep it up, girl, someday somebody is gonna PAY you for it all…
Love,
Mom
I like you even more now. Cause your living room makes mine look better.
Ok, not much better. But a little. C’mon, you can at least give me that much, can’t you?
No? Dammit. Ok, I guess I can still like you.
But I won’t ask to be over there >>> cause I’m too afraid of rejection to say anything like that.
Dammit. I just said something. Ignore it, ok?
Okay, I had to check it out because I got confused with the naked Hannah Montana, the pictures of my house you somehow snuck in and took, and Guy Kawasaki that I kept re-reading because I was seeing “Guy’s Kawasaki” and I didn’t know if maybe your husband got a motorcycle before he left you for Jena Jameson. That is what happens to me when I haven’t eaten and all the children are talking to me at the same time while MOMMY IS TRYING TO READ MAGGIE’S BLOG. That’s what I yelled.
Now I’m good and I stand by the assertion that YOU’RE A BAD ASS!!! That’s me yelling again. But not at the children.
Good Lord, you guys are killing me.
Honestly, are y’all reading Candance’s blog?
Seriously. You need to read that blog.
http://crazytxmommy.blogspot.com.
Good Lord.
I’d like to be on your ‘roll, but I’m too shy to ask.
Thank you!!!! Not only for pointing people my direction but for saying y’all. I got all misty eyed.
I just love that your kitchen/living room looks like mine. Except for mine is covered in Littles Pet Shop animals, not ants.
Either way, awesome.
Greta
Those Littlest Petshop bastards are there, you just have to zoom way in. Trust me, they’re there.
I meant “littlest”. I’m messy, not illeratate.
Greta
Has anyone noticed that I am, like, ALL the comments on this post?
Hi Maggie! You’re super!
Thanks, Maggie! Back atcha!
Awesome. That’s great.
DUDE??!!!
Where is the LOVE???????
…and after you add me to your list, will you please explain to me who Guy Kawasaki is and will you also just spend a moment being happy that YOU HAVE A SINK FOR ANTS TO VISIT unlike some of us whose ants have to crawl around on the floor?
Dr. O’C is always trying to make me do tedious things like making sure that Zach doesn’t get eaten my dingoes instead of working on my blog ranking. I’m going to use your post to demonstrate just why it is so important that I work on my blog rather than feeding the kid.
I have a Honda. Is that the same thing . . . ?
Nevermind.
Blogroll me, if you dare!
All right, I am just going to come out and say it: Maggie, you dumped me for the bloggess. I tried to play it cool, just friends and stuff, but if you’re looking for blogs…um you could take me back.
BTW your house should meet my house…a girl’s gotta have priorities!
Congratulations!
But I’m so confused… who & what is this whole Guy Kawasaki thing? *sigh* Must research. After an ice cream sandwich, maybe…
I’m jealous.
one day i shall hire you to pimp me. until then, i shall suffer the indignity of being a bridge troll with a shitty blogger template and four readers. kthxbai.
Hello! You are one funny chick. Congratulations on your major honor and fame. My husband is also perpetually in a mild state of surprise that his internet presence doesn’t buy him more household adoration. I’m all, whatever, you’re huge in nerdy nerd land, there’s the laundry.
A’ight. That’s it. You know how you got that whole
stalkingloving admiration thing going with the Bloggess? Well I’m thinkin’ that you got my name. You got the funnies and you be in the alltop. Time I startedfollowing your ass aroundgiving you the love.Oh damn, you got the ants too!
whoa, you ARE famous. I’m impressed and i dunno even what kawaski’ed is. except isn’t that an SUV or motor scooter or something. Thanks for taking time out of your busssssy celeb calendar to visit me over at humble washwords. I would LOVEEE to be blogrolled by your Holiest Graceness, and I’ll happily be a bridesmaid at your coronation as Blog Goddess ceremony. but I’m not posing nude in the calendar. well… no, I’m definitely not.
huggles, washy
p.s. happy to explain all the mystery in some of my previous posts if ya really want to know, suffice it to say I’m verrrrry glad not to be dating anymore.
p.p.s. I LOVE that your dad comments. you should start “dadables.”
I can picture Maggie’s dad’s blog now:
“Sure, Whatever, Bitch”
“Alltop”? Sounds like a Jenna Jameson film, right?
My pleasure for your success is only marginally outstripped by my seething jealousy.
Hee, hee. Thanks for taking me back. I promise I’ll remember the flowers for your b-day next time.
Also, I have commited acts of ant genocide lately. I’ll give you my story…unless you’ve adopted them as pets.
That’s what I’m talking abouuuuuut.
Yeah, I’m big in Japan. USA? Not so much.
Maggie, you’re fabulous! Don’t go changing!
And I was born in Singapore, so don’t go talking smack about it.
Oh dear God, I feel like I should be typing in all caps so you can hear me waaayyy down here at comment # 52. HIIIIEEEE MAGGIEEEEEE!!!!.
Congrats on the major internet props. You certainly deserve it. I promise to keep reading even if Im comment #10524222154.5
Love you that much!
Nobody should EVER feel like they have to type in all caps for me to see them. I’m horrifyingly obsessed with my comments. I stare at this little box all day long. It’s not possible that I would ever miss you, Chanda, or anyone. Not possible.
Honestly, how much proof do you people need of my self-absorbed-blog-obsessed-compulsive disorder??
I lick your feet. All of you. Lick lick lick lick lick.
Lick.
Oh do stop licking my feet, that tickles!
But seriously, congratumafreakinlations! That is awesome. You are awesome. I bow down before your wit and intellect. I want to be you when I grow up, even though we’re probably the same(ish)age or maybe I’m even older than you are. Wait–did that sound creepy? It did, didn’t it? Well you started it with the licking of the feet.
You deserve to be on Mr. Miyagi’s list (I still don’t understand what it is, actually) simply because of the phrase “coked-out woodpecker.” And please blogroll me. I’m not too proud to beg.
Maggie -
I will never leave you. I am so totally devoted now that I’ve seen pics of your house. I’d post some of mine to make you feel better about yourself but I am just not that strong. Trust me - my house is much, much worse!
Oh, and … um…
TAG !!!
It’s a short, easy one. I promise. And I hope to God you haven’t been tagged with this one already.
ok you are freaking hilarious.
I have no freaking clue what AllTop is, but I’m very happy for you and freakishly jealous and did I say I’m happy for you?
They’re all right, you know. You have talent. I love this blog.
I, on the other hand, am not above fucking my blog to the top if you’ll tell me who I need to bang.
HEY.
I never said I didn’t bang anybody.
I’m not going anywhere. This may be my very favorite post of yours ever!
I loved your header and then I read your post… you had me at “fuck.” I love blogs that curse. Keep it real, baby.
Hey, I want my Maggie poster.
And screw Singapore. You’ve been huge in Michigan for MONTHS.
Congrats! There is nothing like rubbing your fame into the old family…maybe they will realize that you are totally entitled to hire a housekeeper!
You know what, you are really good. I want to be Kawasakied too.
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