A Shining City Upon a Hill

So, I've been thinking, about all you blog peeps and how I wish we all lived closer to one another so that we could get together once a week and hang. Trash the local Chili's, babysit each other's kids, bail Fab out of jail, you know, the usual.

So, here's the deal. We need to all pitch in and buy about 30 or 40 or 1,000 acres, somewhere out west. Montana, maybe, where it's not too crowded. We each build a house to suit our needs. Then, we work on our community. Of course, we would make sure we have DSL connections for our ultra-fast PCs and Macs, so that our blogging could occur as quickly as possible without interruption. And who would live in my wonderful blogging compound? ('Cause, let's face it, it would be a compound. Barbed wire, guard dogs, the works. We want the ATF out there on a regular basis, worried about our cache of illegal automatic weapons when in fact it's just Avitable and his Diet Coke-hoarding fetish.)

So, first there would be me, the founder of this kick-ass neighborhood. Thanks to the Ty-man, we would have an awesome movie theater with La-Z-Boys to seat everyone. And? I would make sure to organize monthly outings to sci-fi conventions. I will also be this community's foremost expert on the Tudor dynasty. That's got to be useful, right?!?!?

Now, I shall proceed alphabetically (by blog name):

David over at authorblog would be our resident photographer and expert of really bad word puns! :-)

Avitable would, of course, be the comic book store proprietor. And the Diet Coke distributor. For this will be the official drink of our shining city.

Brenda over at B'z Place would own the community's tea shop and, since she's a preacher's wife, would keep us all in line!

Dave2 at Blogography would keep the Mac geeks up and running and make sure we're stocked with Hello Kitty gummi candies.

Shar at Crazy Man Jones would be the supplier of kickin' headbands for all us ladies (and Fab) and would supply the peanut butter cups to go along with our Diet Coke stash.

Tony at Creative-Type Dad would supply potty-training for all our toddlers.

TeranceDubya at House-Dad Chronicals would supply furniture modification services for those of us with expensive furniture and the need to drill holes in all of it.

Our friends, the Livingstons, would fly in from Germany, and be our community's voices of reason. Poor things will probably not be heard over the din.

Lolcats will provide feline pets for all the homes.

Military Mom will give us kick-ass air support thanks to the USAF and, after her stint in Alaska and North Dakota, can battle any snow problems we may encounter.

Britt's job will be to kick Avitable's ass on a regular basis (which she does so well).

Mom to the Fey will be our Wiccan representative and with her general sweetness, will calm our community on a daily basis.

I hear MommyCosm knows of a wormhole-type portal to Aruba. Yeah, she'll be the keeper of this all-important doorway.

Jayna over at My Longest Year will take care of the sewing/seamstress stuff and keep us dosed on Vick's humidifier drops.

NATUI will tell us moms when we're being assholes and will be sure to teach us Swedish.

Just a Girl at Nothing to Show but This Brand New Tattoo will customize our Blogger templates whenever we need it and critique our tattoo designs.

OK, Where Was I? Her job is to bring us James Spader. That is all.

Fab over at Pointless Drivel? Yeah, he'll be the mayor. Britt will be vice-mayor.

Momma at Poetic License will write our story and keep us connected to the Buddha.

And Gypsy at StrangeDarkGypsyGirl? She'll own the sex shop.

I'm excited! So, when are we moving?