This is it, guys – those of you who blog. Our chance to take control of the Catholic blogosphere. Let me fill you in on what’s going down.
Catholic Mommy Bloggers from the world over are congregating in Austin this very weekend for the first ever Edel Gathering. I know it sounds like a female rocker band outdoor concert thing, but it’s not. The name Edel is taken from Venerable Edel Quinn, and the Gathering is about Catholic moms getting their batteries recharged escaping the kids blah blah blah. But enough about the details. Let me throw vague and possibly untrue assertions at you instead.
Edel Gathering is the brainchild of Jen Fulwiler (the Catholic Internet Meme Queen, who, if you recall, luckily survived my coup from a couple years ago) and Hallie Lord, her death-dealing, strawberry-eating ninja right hand sidekick. They’re the primo Catholic Mommy Bloggers, the Generals of the Blogging Baby-making Brigade. They’ve gone and invited millions of mommy bloggers to Austin for a weekend confab.
The timing couldn’t be perfect. They have other Mommy bloggers as speakers, such as Haley Stewart. Other Mommy bloggers are in attendance, such as Calah Alexander, Kathryn Whitaker, Cari Donaldson, Mark Shea and Rebecca Frech. Are you beginning to sense a pattern here?
THE MOMMY BLOGGERS ARE OFF THE INTERNET!!!!
Don’t doubt me on this. You long-time readers know, that when you think “Acts of the Apostasy”, three words come to mind.
Fingers. Pulse. Catholic. Blogosphere.
So while they’re all gathered talking about babies, and swapping projectile vomiting stories, and comparing Jamberries, and effective potty-training techniques, and what have you – us guys have the perfect opportunity to take things over.
This can work. I’ve sneaked in an “educational” video at the Gathering to help with the revolution.
I can talk about our plans without worrying about the wimmins discovering what’s going on because, duh…THE MOMMY BLOGGERS ARE OFF THE INTERNET!!
I’m not talking small potatoes here either, like leaving the toilet seat up, or duct taping the kids to the wall, or rolling & flicking boogers behind the sofa (not that I would ever do that, but I’ve heard about it), or drinking straight from the milk jug. We have to go for the whole enchilada.
And not give it back.
So if you’re with me, sign up in the combox. Don’t be shy. Pull up your big-boy boxer shorts, be brave and join the revolution.
Finish your Honey Do list first, if you must. I’m not gonna judge you. But we only have til 11 AM Sunday.
(CORRECTION: I was just informed that Mark Shea isn’t there. My bad.)
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