With the blogging conference just hours away, I felt that I could hardly turn up without a brand new pair of crocs, complete with jibbitz chosen by Gees Minor and Minima (1)

Mrs Gee, however, is a Birkenstocks kind of gal, but once at the shoe shop even she couldn’t resist the new crocs range of things in which to cradle her Blackberry™.

None of this would be of any consequence whatsoever, but I offer it as a public service. Dr Grant, it’s still not too late to change your mind…
(1) would the plural of jibbitz be jibbitzim? And is a jibbitz-wearer known as a jibbitznik?
You say ‘jibbitz,’ I think kibbutz. So not the same thing.
Really looking forward to the conference! Counting down the very hours, in fact.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
wish I was going :`(
Erm. Has my calendar suddenly broken, or is this a very loose interpretation of “just hours away”? I bet you have all conspired behind my back to resheldule it without telling me!
But seriously, I would hate very much for you to show up a week early.
I’m bringing along a really sharp pair of scissors, kerosene, and a book of matches.
Hello? Hello? Is that the British Airports Authority? It is? Oh, good. Yes, I’ve some information you might find useful. There’ll be a mad scientist coming through one of your airports soon — Heathrow, probably
- with sharp implements and explosive materials, intent on committing a terrorist outrage. His name? His name? Yes, it’s a Dr Grant. That’s G, R, A, N, T. Richard. Richard Grant, that’s right. No, not the actor, the other one. Anyway, stand by with a box of latex gloves. You won’t need the vaseline. He’ll make it easy for you, though, he’ll be wearing a kilt. Make sure you search the sporran thoroughly, he’ll probably keep the bombs in them, disguised as a box of -bagpipeskimwipes™. Yes, I can supply a wetsuit full of lumpy custard, if you need it. You know the form. No, not at all. Don’t mention it.@Joe – thank you, I was worried for a moment, there.
Then again, with Henry’s last rant there, I still continue to be somewhat worried.
Ian, we can hang out here and bitch about all the people who did get to go.
Although, given that one of my reasons for not going is impending grant deadlines, I should probably do something more productive.