Talking Enough For the Both of Us
July 17, 2007
Video of me. (It's off the homepage now, so click on "Videos" and then "Keyboard Confidential.")
There. Go. I can't bear to watch or listen to any of them. I am hiding behind my fingers at the THOUGHT of watching or listening to any of them, but it's okay if you watch or listen just PLEASE DON'T TELL ME ABOUT THEM. La la laaaaa.
The video is an interview from last year's Blogher with the lovely Leah of leahpeah. And me. And my upper arms and the not-flattering right side of my head.
The first podcast is from the panel I was on at SXSW Interactive earlier this year. It's been available for awhile but I finally decided to link to it today, since it's suddenly some kind of Amalah Talky Moving Picture Media Day over here. I talked a lot, I remember, even when questions weren't really directed at me. I also brought the sap near the end, and generally just kind of sucked. Everybody else was smart and pretty though.
The second podcast is from that Sirius radio show I did last week. It was very early and they made me talk about the iPhone.
Speaking of Blogher, and SXSW, and the iPhone, I guess I should make some kind of official announcement that no, I'm not going to Blogher.
Last year ClubMom paid all of my expenses, but there's no such deal this year. Going to SXSW was super expensive, as was, you know, BUYING A DAMN HOUSE. Then Jason came home with the iPhone and a look on his face that clearly said he had no idea why he came with the iPhone, it was just THERE and SHINY and GADGETY. It was only after I ripped the box open (instant 10% restocking fee!), used the phone, fell in looooove with the phone and possibly licked the phone that I realized I was holding my airfare budget in my hands.
I wanted to take Noah with me, which means two plane tickets, and there's no way I can ask anyone to share a hotel room with us and our perfectly-timed hangover-hour whinefests. I am not that shitty of a friend, honest. And now there's the speech thing. I'm hoping we'll at least be getting a call from the county's EI program by then and possibly even have an evaluation scheduled. Or we'll just spend the whole time at the playground, while I get dirty looks from other mothers who think gawd, another one of those pushy neurotic momzillas who uses sign language with her kid, I bet that's why he's not talking, sniff.
So. Not going on account of ass = broke and baby = also needing a bit of a tune-up, sort of. I'm bummed, since it's always so nice to hang with everybody and put faces to the fonts and such.
I'll double-check the couch cushions, just in case we've dropped a grand worth of change in there, but if that doesn't work out, I hope y'all who are going have fun, and are kind to each other, and remember that in the end, we're all just a bunch of raging dorks with computers. (See: all the links above, oh my god DORK.)
I may have also spent my alcohol budget on a tricycle, but dude. Worth it.