Because I couldn't make it to the Janelle Monae show, I thought, "why not give Just An Online Minute readers the opportunity to live it up and write it up?" Noelle Cleary of ScanScout was instantly receptive and was a cool cucumber fielding questions and last minute switcheroos. Big fat musical thank-yous for giving readers the opportunity to party and listen in on some new and very buzz-heavy music. After reading these summaries, I was cranky that I missed it...

Living in a metro area makes it difficult to disconnect, slow down, and relax. This weekend I finally felt that true relaxation - where the only sounds are the weeping willow leaves tickling the salt-tinged pale lavender air and the only blather is coming from the end of the dock as the neighborhood swans belly up for their bread fix. And the only mouth noises come from the bluefish as they smack their fish lips against the hook lodged in their gums.

I wrestled with publishing this because, if you check the #marthablogger hashtag stream on Twitter, it would appear that I am the only one who didn't fall all over myself with glee about the event. Maybe because I wasn't hoping for Martha fame or hard selling myself as the next amazing new hire, or maybe because my soul is the color of poisonous mold and I hate pink things and sweet treats. Or maybe I just feel like I'd be a false jerk if I wasn't honest with you about my experiences out and about. So here it is.

Did last night really happen? Was I sipping on fermented grapes with people with monikers like "The Frisky," "IMattMyPants," Pegshot, NewTeeVee, and OMGBLOG.com while watching other people tweet!? And not just any "other" people, these tweeters were the wild women of Oxygen's Bad Girls Club past and present, some chilled by time, others hyped by Oxygen's dime. Wrapped in burning hair.

I NEVER WIN ANYTHING. So, of course, the one time I do, I get one of those invitations I hope for -- a night of live music, cocktails, and snackies. Well guess what? As Cyprus Hill would say "We Ain't Goin' Out Like That!" and what this means to you is: I convinced the organizers to hand me five hot and spicy invitations to give away to YOU and a guest of your choosing. But, you're going to have to work for it...

The greatest thing that ever happened to my soul was HBO's "Treme." What was not only an honest, heart-breaking, and shackle-raising glimpse into post-Katrina New Orleans, was also a beautiful discovery for me of the music born from the area and coursing through its people probably since the moment they shot out of the birth canal. What this has to do with Just An Online Minute, well, it's a stretch, but it has weaved its way into this week!

You have to have a healthy respect for cabbies in NYC. If that car goes kaput, they're screwed. Which is why I can understand why they'll take a tire iron to your face if you t-bone them while texting and driving in your hybrid. Bloggers and their laptops are no doubt the same. Ditto for photographers and their cameras. So you can imagine how the Hulk came out when, just as I arrived at the Howcast party last night, my lens fell into a coma.

When I read "mini upfront" in my invitation to join Scripps at the exclusive Norwood Club from Kelly Roark, VP, Interactive Sales & Development, I immediately thought it would be a more intimate, star-studded affair as opposed to the big honkin' upfront events of earlier this year. Well... it sure was intimate.

You may have noticed that some events inspire me to challenge myself to contribute to a better life for others, yet, I haven't made any "hey, look where I helped the issue of rampant duck-billed platypus bullying" now have I? I have put my money where my mouth is recently, and will soon be participating in a walkathon to help out a family that opened their home to me (for a weekend, not for anything dramatic), and it feels good. But I'm still not doing enough -- and today reminded me once again how even the smallest drop of time, …

Sing it with me, New Yorkers, or anyone who was afflicted with air soup for the past two weeks or so: Oh, happy day!! Today's mood elevator brought to you by: the cut in humidity. If you live in NYC, I know you are in a virtual empathy circle with me right now: the air smells clean, our elbow pits aren't tiny sweaty pools of mosquito-breeding grounds, and we can see the sky without squinting through an ozone/pollution/moisture haze. It's a beautiful start to a busy week and I have a feeling we're all going to be kicking some serious …