Since I only managed to blog a whopping eight times in October, I’m kicking my own ass and once again signing up for NaBloPoMo this November. Which means I will have ONE MORE THING on my to-do list that I will feel guilty about not getting to. (Sure beats starting YET ANOTHER NOVEL and abandoning that, too.)
Oh well. I wear my badge with pride:
And this counts as a post, yes? Woo hoo!
Why yes, I do write things on my to-do list after I’ve already achieved them. Why do you ask? 😉
My friends keep asking me when I’m going to post a new blog. I try to tell them that I don’t have anything to say, which they don’t believe for one minute. 😉 But then I say, “What I have to say would get my ass double-Dooced,” and they totally get it. Well, those who understand what the term means and all. 😉
I actually heard that term at BlogHer D.C. on Monday. Which, OMG ugh. Can you imagine?
Speaking of OMG, let me give you my highlights from the conference:
1. Spending the day with Tiff. Which, yay! Although I was bummed that The Funky Feline couldn’t come out and play. I did Tweet to her that she wasn’t missing much. 😉
2. Lunch. Nom nom nom. Healthy and tasty veggie-type stuff and fish with a curry sauce.
3. Afternoon break, with chocolate-covered apple slices and a soft chocolate chip cookie. Blew my diet for the first time on that cookie and holy shit, it was worth it! I still lost 2.5 pounds this week, so chocolate apparently does a body good. (And, sidenote to Tiff, diets may do a body good but his girlfriend will always be a ‘ho, no matter how much milk or whatever else she drinks!)
4. Cool-ass swag. Seriously. The sponsors were awesome.
5. The cocktail reception. I skipped the wine (I just heard about 35 of you hit the floor as you passed out!) but enjoyed the butternut squash soup, the crabmeat mac and cheese, and the mini quiches. *drool*
Mad, mad props to the Bethesda Hyatt for preparing food that was fit for a queen but that doesn’t push you into queen size.
As far as the conference itself, meh. There were some fascinating attendees. The speakers were OK mostly; I was sort of hoping to learn the finer points of creating an online experience for readers as opposed to “This is a blog. This is a blog platform. This is a feed-reader.”
One session in which I spent a whopping five minutes did me in for the day. The Internet wasn’t working and the panelists said they’d take questions in the interim. First question? “How do I find blogs to read that I might like?”
*thunk*
Um, other than the fact that you should start at, oh, BlogHer.com since it hosts 30,000 of us, is this what I paid $100 to learn? Jesus Christ.
Out of my mouth, very audibly and yes, very inappropriately, came “Are you fucking KIDDING me?” At which point I left and joined the Geek Lab and talked to others who already knew how to locate their asses with both hands.
I was rather entertained by the fact that the lunch speaker — a Yahoo! employee — mentioned several of Google’s tools for analytics and such. Blasphemy! Isn’t that illegal, to nod to the competition (even if it’s not even a close competition)?
What really surprised me was how many people peered at my name tag (with my real name) and said, “Oh my God — you’re Goddess!” Or the sponsors who saw my name tag and said, “I’ve checked out your blog — you’re the one who fell off the toilet!”
Oy.
Oh well. Beat being at work. There’s a reason why my vacation bank’s cup runneth over. (Well, accrual has halted until I start using my days, so no overflow there.) Chaos reigned while I was gone, and being away for a day was the equivalent of taking off a full week.
I canceled my planned vacation day for this coming Friday because of the insanity. Hope my friends enjoy having one less person at the cabin down in Shenandoah. My sanity is too precious to risk it (further) at this juncture.
That’s OK, though. There is a silver lining in all of this. Of course it has nothing to do with work, but let’s just say I’m working for the weekend, literally … it’s just in six weeks from now.
Lawd give me strength in the interim. …
I want so badly to post this video on my online profile, but my, uh, DIRECTNESS over there has stirred up enough controversy for one day, so we’ll just stick to editorializing solely in THIS spacefor a little while longer. 😉
Like all the good stuff, this was totally stolen from Sabre.
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That’s all. Leave a poor penguin alone, that’s all I’m sayin’.
PostSecretCommunity.com is now live. And this video, well, damn. To say it’s worth watching is an understatement.
All the kids were twittering about this video yesterday but I have to come home if I want to see questionable content. (However, I see PLENTY of other types of questionable content all day anyway. Fair enough. I am pwn3d!)
I’d had an entry written, posted and published earlier this morning, but I see Dreamhost was down AGAIN and the post evaporated. Glorious.
Oh well. The whole point was that you get what you ask for, and now that I’m back in a very familiar place, I’m doing something I never did. Sure, I’m wondering whether I’m worthy of what’s coming my way, but I’m taking the next step to wonder whether they’re worthy of me. I guess there’s a part of me that always used to assume that I deserved what I got. But the older, wiser me isn’t in the mood to settle for what I used to accept.
I’ve waited for too long to not be absolutely thrilled with what it is that I’ve been waiting for. Bottom line, I can wait longer if I have to. And damn it, I’m going to ask for what I want instead of accepting the bare minimum as the best it gets. There’s a part of me that always wanted to prove that I could give everyone a run for their money, and now? I don’t feel like it anymore.
And seriously people, it’s a dating service, not goddamned Adult Friend Finder. (I retired that tiara a LONG time ago, kids.) Not to mention, but you’re lucky I’m as sane as I am. Giving me work and home contact information in the first message or two? Makes me wonder whether you even COULD handle a class act like moi. I think everyone, for as much as they say they aren’t, really is looking for a headcase.
Here I sit, wondering whether I’m good enough for these people who seem OK on the surface, but the deeper I delve, the more I realize that they’re the ones who need to be impressing me. And so far? Three out of 10 are worth another look, and the third one is even giving me pause.
I don’t know. I’ve tried so hard to get back into the game I very much voluntarily left behind, because while some of my needs were being met, the more-important ones were shelved for “someday.” And here I find myself finally back where I left off, and it feels just as cruddy as I wouldn’t acknowledge back then. But I’m older/smarter now. If you want to attract a lady, you’ll get one in me. So treat me like it or I’ll gladly find someone else who will.
I’ve waited this long. And while there are no doubt more dicks to suck frogs to kiss, I don’t want to get warts in the interim, thanks. I care more about me than most of them combined ever will. And I need to stay focused on that and not let my natural weaknesses let me lapse back into what the “old” me would have done when faced with the tempting, oh-so-juicy, yummy low-hanging fruit. …
Damn. No wonder they say, “Once you go black. …” 😉
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