If you didn't go to BlogHer this weekend, give me a shout-out in the comment field right there. I'm taking a head count of those who didn't go.
If I haven't mentioned this 200,000 times before, my reasons for not attending are purely economic: no moolah. I really should have gone last year. Chicago's practically next door compared to San Fran.
Anyway, my feed reader is nearly empty save for the "Wooo! Here I am at BlogHer!" posts left over from this morning, and I have a raging migraine. Chalk it up to age or whatever, but I have no tolerance for heat or bright sunlight anymore. Hard to believe, but I used to be a total sun girl (under a thick layer of SPF 40). Maybe I'm becoming a vampire.
I've been obsessed with this site all weekend. I don't have the kind of camera that makes four (or nine) exposures on one frame, but these are totally fun. And almost hypnotic.
This is, like, the third (or fourth... or twelfth) micro post in a row. I promise, I really am going to try to write something more substantial here. Um, one of these says. I'm so jealous of those who can bang out an essay-like post on their lunch breaks, while I had to look up how to spell twelfth. (I'm not kidding. I think I have adult onset dyslexia, if that's even possible.) I know when I've been slacking on my blogs, and I want to be one of those writers who has words spilling from her fingertips, but it would probably take Red Bull drip to get me to write swiftly and coherently.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
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Blogher makes me nauseous. So I'm most definiately NOT there. :)
On a good note, I finally remembered to add you to my feeds.
Not at BlogHer and kept alternating all weekend between being a bit bummed by it (especially during a few of the sessions that sounded really good) and being thankful I wasn't there with this horrific case of hives.
Next year...I hope. I am going to the Boston event in the Reach Out Tour.
Not at BlogHer. Actually feel a little social anxiety about it because my blog isn't a popular one, so nobody there would know who I was.
I don't know what it is, some American thing?
Not there because I'm dirt poor. Longing to be there because being all meta about blogging with a bunch of charming and witty women sounds excellent.
Not there because I went to a blogger meetup once and the only person who knew who I was was Kara, above.
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