Thanks for all the nice comments and well wishes on the last post. And double thanks to anyone who has dared venture over to the Parents site to try to follow along. Things over there continue to be kind of messy—the design is still a little funky and the comments system is a bit, well, awful, but they assure me that it is going to get better and that the better will be soon. I have gotten a lot of complaints about the feeds and about the site just not working and I swear we’re trying to get all of those issues taken care of as quickly as possible. In the meantime, let’s pretend it’s all really awesome and pretty and easy to use and also that I have important, eloquent, life-changing things to say. Which I don’t. (Hence the pretending.)
Also, to make it easier for you, I’ve put a link to the other site over there on the left. It seems to be working for the time being.
Anyway! So I’m back from Chicago where I had a great time. I missed my family like crazy (crazy enough to take the 6am flight home on Sunday) but they had an awesome time without me and everyone was still very much alive when I got home. I met a lot of awesome people and drank a few too many pitchers of sangria/glasses of wine/vodka tonics and took a ton of incriminating photos and also decided that I probably won’t go back to Blogher next year.
Don’t get me wrong: I thoroughly enjoyed the social aspects of the conference. But for me, the sessions left much to be desired. I left each one feeling much the same way: that I had enjoyed the discussion, that I hadn’t necessarily learned anything new that I could apply to my own experience, and that FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, did people totally forget that this can JUST BE A HOBBY? There was an air of self-importance drifting through the conference center that I just couldn’t seem to shake. All around me there were multiple conversations about site traffic and ad revenue and book deals and that’s totally ok, it really is—but it just wasn’t ME.
I hope someone else out there who I discussed my disappointment with can put it better than I just did. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
Also, I just want to say that my roommate? Was AWESOME. Sharing a room with someone you’ve never met before certainly has the propensity to be a complete and total disaster, but Metalia was fabulous and we bonded over shoe selection, Lindsay Lohan, and this totally disgusting puffed cheese concoction which should have been absolutely repulsive but ended up being kind of tasty because we were so stinking hungry.
Incidentally, Whoorl continues to insist that Lindsay Lohan is just sleaze personified as she has been up close and within personal range of her, but although I trusted Whoorl about where to eat and where to shop (I must admit that she was on the mark about both spots), Metalia and I just cannot bring ourselves to trust her judgment on Ms. Lohan. (WE BELIEVE IN YOU LINDSAY.)
The photographic evidence will be all over Flickr this week I’m sure. If it looks like I’m doing something crazy or stupid or rambunctious, rest assured that I have simply been Photoshopped in. Because I’m a LADY. Who doesn’t act like that. EVER.
Now I’ve got to go figure out how my meager absence resulted in a baby who no longer believes in a morning nap. If this is Dave’s idea of a joke, he’s got another thing coming. Like maybe a toaster oven. Aimed directly at his head.