Join Me in Snarkville

..I’m done. LiveBlogging is exhausting. LiveBlogging is hard. More power and props to anyone who does it and does it well. I however, am pooped. I may be curling up in the corner to sleep all of this off.

Yes, BlogHer is intense. It is lots of information is passed and I have yet to make it all the way through my goody bag. I
mean bags. I have no fewer than THREE goody bags from this event. I love that. I love free stuff and I’m all over getting things totally free and loved everything I got — I just don’t know what I have yet. I promise when I finally sleep again, I will take photos and tell you about everything in each of them.

I did test drive a car. And for the first time in my life, I test drove a stick shift car. It was cool to KNOW i could drive it. Those who don’t know, I learned to drive stick 3 years ago — after we bought the stick shift car. I only learned after throwing a little hissy fit about my inability to get it (the prince will tell the story making me out to be much worse than I
will — but I am a bit ashamed that he may be more correct). The car is the new Saturn Sky. It is a fun ride, EXCEPT the stick is short and high for my short self. I was uncomfortable to actually drive. It was however a converible (the first one I’ve ever driven) and I looked completely hot driving it. And the best part was that I got a goody bag because of it. Again, I loves me the free stuff.

I’ve got a few more little things to do today and I’ll pile my tired butt self into the car and scoot out of here. I am ready to go home again.

Business Blog Case Studies: Yvonne DiVita, Susan Getgood & Toby Bloomberg lead a rap session with you, the BlogHers, about what worked (and what didn’t) when implementing blogs for business.

Session Notes:

Please note that I am typing during this session. I expect a blanket forgiveness on any spelling, grammar, or nonsense mistakes. I may come back and clean this up and add any content in the “post production” of this entry. If I have anything to say that isn’t part of the
live-blogging itself (read: my personal running commentary), I will note it by the italics.

The BlogHer staff requested that today’s presentations not have powerpoints, so I will do my best to share what is going on, but I should let you know that there is a podcast of every session so if you want the details, I’d go to the powerpoint.

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Session Notes:
Please note that I am typing during this session. I expect a blanket forgiveness on any spelling, grammar, or nonsense mistakes. I may come back and clean this up and add any content in the “post production” of this entry. If I have anything to say that isn’t part of the live-blogging itself (read: my personal running commentary), I will note it by the italics.

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Oh, yes it is possible that I have spilled coffee this morning, not
once, but twice. IN.FRONT.OF.PEOPLE. I really now want to crawl into a
corner and die a little.

Here’s a list of the things I have learned at BlogHer:

1. I’m pleased to say that I can now add, “Met someone I admire and didn’t make an ass out of myself” to my list of accomplishments.  for this I’m thrilled.  I THINK that Mir may not think I’m an insane stalker, thus I have successfully licked her without drooling horribly.  My proof of this is that she walked over to me in a crowd just to be social and I didn’t ONCE gush — we talked about bargains.  It was WAY cool.  Proud of me?
2. How exactly is it possible that in a conference full of women, that I spend my time hanging out with a guy?  I’m serious, I thinking this is proof that I am not a girl.  No, I’m not growing a penis anytime soon, but I’m not like women in so many ways.
1. I am not wearing open toed shoes.  Nor am I wearing heels.
2. It is me and the lesbians here without make-up. 
3. I may have the smallest suitcase of any woman here.  And I only have one spare bag, and that is for my knitting.
4. I don’t think that muffins and coffee/juice makes a breakfast.  I need FOOD.
5. I am incapable of squealing and doing the air-hug fake kiss-kiss.  It makes me break out in hives.
3. Conversation boundaries do not exist here.  Last night I have talked to someone about religion, another about politics, several people about sex, and discussed openly the two women making out in the middle of the courtyard.  My inner prude is screaming.
4. While this hotel pretty much sucks and I hate so much of it, I want to take home the shower — the larger shower with a tiled seat in the corner and great water pressure.  It is the ONLY reason to ever come to this hotel again. 
5. It is possible to type on next to no sleep. 
6. People need to learn the vibrate function on their phones.

Ok, they are dimming the lights here, which means I’m going to lay across a few seats and nap.