As most of my long-time readers know, I work nights--Tuesday through Saturday, 6 p.m. Eastern to 2:00 a.m. the following morning. This is Thing One to recall when you're wondering why I didn't participate in Blog Against This, That, or the Other Day, or why I didn't cover a topic close to your heart, even though just last week I wrote like all this stuff about a topic that interested me.
Thing Two to recall, which many of you may not know, is that I'm on a schedule at Pandagon. My posting slot is 2:00 p.m. Eastern. If you want me to link to something or write about something there, I need, I regret to say, at least 24 hours' notice.
I used to write just after waking up, before logging in for work (again: 6:00 p.m. Eastern, 4:00 p.m. my time), but that doesn't work with a noon-my-time "deadline." I just don't get up that early, and you wouldn't either if you hadn't even clocked out until midnight, on the nights you weren't working overtime.
So the only way I've found to make my posting slot is to write after I finish work, in the middle of the damn night. This works out to be kind of cool because then, by the time I get up the next day, it's all posted and usually already getting good comments. It's a fun way to start the day.
But it does mean I need to know about Your Very Special and Super-Important Blogger Action Alert the night before if you want to see it from me at Pandagon (of course, you can always try some of the other bloggers there, who have different time slots). And I don't mean to sound bitchy, but I really, really need people to grow up and deal with the fact that I'm doing this for free and for fun, and to quit trying to run the guilt trip on me because they've got some fucked-up idea in their heads that I'm just lazing around all day, stuffing bon-bons into my perfectly made-up face with my immaculately manicured fingers, moaning about how oppressive my White Feminist Lifestyle(TM) is.
In other words: I am going to be taking my own advice more often. Get ready to hear a lot more "no's" from me if you can't even acknowledge the constraints I'm under, as outlined above.
Treat me with a little respect and understanding and I'll happily return the favor. It's that simple.