Dooce is D-O-R-K-I-N'

Simply wonderful. Dork dork dork. I wish I would have seen it. Did anyone see Dooce on the T-Wee typing Dork? Blogging doesn't get any better than that. Dooce does live film blogging. Beats conference blogging all to hell.

I remember when the NY Times photographer came to lilolmy house I had the same exact feelings--they must not have realized that I'm a dork yet. Wait until I open the dork--I mean the DOOR. I called RageBoy, told him the Times interviewed me about women and blogging, and that they were sending a photographer. Oh, I fogot to mention, I told him that I wasn't going to be home. On purpose. Hell no. I am the man behind the curtain. He said what the fuck are you talking about, you will be home, and you need to look at this thing with you. Yes you do. What the hell are you talking about. Yes you are newsworthy. And then he talked to me up until Times photographer showed up.

Anyway, the nice lady photographer told me to just do what I normally do. I avoided getting undressed and stuffing a piece of cheese pizza in my cakehole. Instead I sat at my couch-office with Jenna peering over my elbow and that rotten now-gone cat on the back of the couch, and I typed.

I didn't type dork dork dork.

I think I typed asdf asdf asdf asdf.

Either way.

You go, Dooce.