This here bringer of the pooper to the fun party

Only thing missing from this vacation is Chevy Chase

Jon and I are headed to Amsterdam in less than two weeks. This has nothing to do with why we were consulting with a lawyer, but it is one part of our excitement nonetheless.

We’re part of a group of bloggers who are being flown over and put up for five nights in exchange for an interview and ad space. Not a bad deal at all, if you ask me. What’s particularly awesome about this is that no one is being asked to hide anything. We can loudly proclaim that WE CAN BE BOUGHT and not feel dirty about it at all. Not even a little bit.

I’d love to hear recommendations from anyone who has ever been or who lives there now for great places to eat and things to see — live music, architecture, museums, etc. Jon has been to Paris, but the closest I ever got to Europe (meaning the continent part that’s connected to all the other parts, blame my American geography teachers for that one) was the White Cliffs of Dover, England. This will be an adventure for both of us, and no, not because I will be smoking any pot, don’t even ask, I’d rather not spend my vacation paranoid that everyone around me can tell that I cannot hold my shit together or that American authorities have followed me over and are going to kidnap me and throw me into Gitmo.

Also, early next week I’m headed to Menlo Park, California for a focus-group-something-thing, and then we’re both going to Austin in March for SXSW. I’ll be speaking on Sunday, March 12, with the venerable Jason Kottke about bras and panties. I hear he has some invaluable perspective on the subject.

Other trips are planned for later in the year, but the details on those are still working themselves out. As usual, if we’re in your town and you see us around please stop and say hello. I’ll be the one with my index finger up my nose, and Jon will be the one performing an imitation of a farm animal taking it up the pooper.

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