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Archive for August, 2008
Highlights
Aug 31st
Soooo. Walked past Nathan Fillion, elevatored with Admiral Adama and had my booblies appreciated by Helo. Chatted with Dean Hagland about his podcast. Got to oogle Kevin Sorbo’s delicious ass when he stepped in front of me.
Other than great late night partying with podcasting legends, not much else getting done. Looking at the Firefly panel line snaking around the entire Mariott atrium level lobby, I don’t think I’ll be doing that either.
Tweets from me today:
Aug 31st
Because I post more on twitter than here:
- 05:49 Buffet at the Hyatt. Start the day right. #
- 06:54 @daniinnc I’m officially at the Mariott. Hyatt’s buffet is better. #
- 07:00 Awaiting parade curbside by the con reg door. #
- 15:54 @dougkress Except the doors are open and peeps are waiting in the air and quiet #
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D*C update so far
Aug 30th
Got here okay. Hung out with Snowcalla & Wickedgroovy. Too many Strongbow at High Velocity.
Podcast track kickoff with everyone. Evo announced our new podcast so here it is: evo@11.com then called EvilMother for her b-day. Wandered a bit. Dressed up for b-day dinner with Calla – Spanish Topus – and then onto the Pims and Hos party.
Having breakfast before I wander outside to catch some of the parade.
Tweets from me today:
Aug 30th
Because I post more on twitter than here:
- 04:29 Standing in the badge line. At least I’m near the front and it doesn’t open for another 30 minutes. #
- 07:07 @soupbone My pimp sez you best not be poachin’ on her bitches! #
- 16:36 Trying a Spanish Tapas resturaunt #
- 17:18 twitpic.com/9idu – Calla’s birthday dinner #
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Time to go: Dragon*Con
Aug 28th
Well, not quite yet actually. As usual, I’m up before the alarm clock (or my cell phone in this instance) and I don’t plan to leave here for another 30-45 minutes. Everything is packed and ready to go. I’m trying to print out the schedule grid now, but if’n it doesn’t work that’s fine too.
Have I mentioned how much I hate flying? For some reason, this morning I’m fine. I may get tense until I’m actually ON the plane, but I think I’m cool this time. No snapping at family members, no upset stomach.
Had a ridiculous phone call from my mother this week. Old Lady Drama went on and on about how worried she was about me whenever I go to “these wacko conventions” alone. Jezuz Pizza like I don’t go every fucking year. Like I don’t explain EVERY year how most of D*C is as safe as going to the mall. Dad called me this week, too. And Max called yesterday afternoon! Casey called twice. I refuse to get freaked out by all this family devotion.
Well, I should start loading my stuff into the car. See you in Atlanta!
Another year older and deeper in shit
Aug 25th
Tomorrow is my sister’s birthday. It actually crossed my mind to send her some sort of greeting card or ecard. She hasn’t spoken more than a word or two to me in YEARS. In fact, last time I was in Florida and Dad and I took Ginnie over there to see her cousins, Beth did not speak to or look at me at all. She called me a couple of years ago to ask some odd question, acting like we were best friends and nothing was wrong . . . and not a word since.
And I have no idea why.
She does that. Cuts people out of her life and holds a grudge forever. I have no idea why I’m on her dead list. Dad has no idea why I’m on her dead list. Something about a car, he says. What car? She’s had Mom on her dead list even longer. That was because Mom asked her for a borrowed piece of furniture back if she wasn’t using it.
Happy Birthday Beth. Hope you rot in your own little world of hatred with that asshole husband of yours. No skin off of my nose.
*snerk* she’s turning 52.
I wish I had a close family. I have one “real” sister who doesn’t speak to me, a nasty mother I wish I didn’t have to speak to at all and a fairly decent father – who prefers to remain out of loop. My step-father is THE most disgusting racist I’ve ever met. I envy people who have good relationships with their parents and siblings.
I’m closer to people I’ve met on the frakking internet than I am to anyone in my own bloodline.
Book you must get TODAY!
Aug 25th
I’ve written here and here of Playing For Keeps (podiobook) before. Loved it! And now you can get the published version at amazon.com!
Go and order yours today! They’re print-on-demand so demand yours now.
Mur (sailormur) is the coolest! Who else would get this kind of ink done?
I’m such a fan of this story that I bought the shirt. Everybody loves Mur.
Me with Jack Mangan, Philippa Ballantine, Tee Morris, Dan Klass, and Jonathan Coulton, who smells really really good.
I can’t wait to see her later this week. She’s gonna be soooooo happy this launch is going well. #20 on the amazon.com list right now. WOOT!
HELL FROZE OVER!
Aug 23rd
Grey Bear posted YOU KNOW WHERE!!!!!1111Y!!!!
He’s BAAAaaaaaaack!
Now, say you’re sorry, sit down, shut up, eat your food and then, listen to what others have to say without so much as a mention of your crappy religious views.
yours,
the one, the only, the most decadently gay and fabulous,
Grey Bear.
PS – Cav? Love the Dragon Anal Sex picture.
I knew you couldn’t resist much longer, GB darling. Bitch slap them all before you’re forcibly removed again.
And if you don’t know where/what I’m talking about, don’t bother. It’s an old and very long story. All my podcasting friends can just skip this post.
So . . . yeah . . . hey y'all
Aug 21st
Somehow I’m helping with yet another podcast out of Gangplank. That makes three so far. And I’m still figuring things out! Pressure, pressure.
There’s the Gangplank Podcast, where they discuss what Gangplank is, social media, marketing, ice fishing, etc. The second podcast hasn’t been announced yet. And the third is run by my friend Tyson Crosbie and I think it’s going to be about marketing, small business and I dunno what, I’ve only worked on one so far.
I’m loving it. Srsly. FINALLY I’m contributing something! Not just given a “job” without the materials or feedback to carry it out. No having to nag people to get off their ass and give me the files or contacts or whatever if they want me to do it. No more being set up to fail. There’s follow-through now. Ideas are wasted time when you don’t follow through. This group is moving forward.
Okay sure, I don’t know everything I need to know about peaks and levels, and how all the equipment works exactly. But I’m learning pretty quickly. And I think I’m good at the editing part. I think I have a good ear for it. At least I’m getting excellent feedback and support!
Went to see Mamma Mia! the other night. Don’t bother. It’s a rental. Not campy enough to be campy. OVERacted to beat the band. And although Pierce Brosnan makes an excellent spy, when he sings you’re left wondering just how big IS that vice grip attached to his balls? Painful! I did love how much fun Christine Baranski and Meryl Steep seemed to have doing those song and dance scenes. The best part of the whole movie is the final credit sequence. And there’s a couple of ABBA songs I’d never heard before and liked.
New Media Expo
Aug 18th
Vegas Baby! The road trip was actually really nice. I got to know someone a little better than I had before and made him laugh and only stopped a few mutually agreed upon times. We left a little after 7 and got to Vegas a little after noon-thirty. I stayed at the Sahara and the room was old but fairly clean and conveniently located. The entrance to the monorail was right next to my elevators.
A lot, a lot, a lot of walking even after using the monorail. Through the Hilton to the back of the convention center and back again a number of times. I got to meet hellziggyright off the bat! With her was a friend of wickedgroovy Carrie who talks and talks and talks. Bunch of us met for dinner (pizza) and then off to the Coverville 500 concert. That started off with a live Dr. Floyd followed by Natalie Gelman.
ASIDE: You know, I didn’t really care for appreciate this young lady’s singing but I listened anyway. What I could hear. There was a bunch of loud-ass people at the next-over table just laughing and talking as if the singer was on a jukebox instead of live. Evo and some other people were tweet-bitching back and forth about this group so I made up a sign that said “STFU!” in bold letters and flashed it at them. At the same time, Evo’s wife Sheila came back to our table (she’d been photographing the performers) and marched over there and confronted them. Assholes.
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