Before we begin, I have to say that I very much enjoyed the reviews of your albums. Some of your reviews were hysterical, and I was very jealous of some of your band names and song titles. You are all very clever, and I'm lucky to be connected with you.
I present you with this: <3 ...Yes, its exactly what you think it is... a Lower Than Three.
(I actually have no idea what I'm talking about... I was never a good Math student. Was I wrong?)
Onwards and Upwards!
I awoke Sunday in a frightened state, there was much to do and I did not feel like I was ready. I found something I didn't like, which delayed my packing for Los Angeles, when I was actually meant to be conversing with great people, like John Noble and Joshua Jackson.
When ready, I pack surprisingly efficiently these days, (but my suitcases are never suitable and macs can be dreadful things to carry, so heavy!) I rushed out and got a cab, and then I happened to see my face on Taxi TV, which was very funny for me!
"Look, I'm on the TV!" I said to the cab driver.
"You?" He said, craning his neck recklessly around to look at me, while driving down a busy narrow street.
"Yeah, look! I'm on!"
Quite silly, really. I usually try to keep my cool. I don't know why I'm so caught up on appearing jaded. I think I mix excitement with big "headedness"...and show disinterest because I believe it makes me look modest, when it actually makes one look rude and arrogant.
Anyway, I filmed the moment with my flip cam while lamenting over the texts I was receiving from Kevin and Jake about how cool and relaxed this junket-like press room was. I thought it was going to be busy and that people would be mean, but apparently everyone was joking and carrying on and that it was surprisingly quiet.
If you haven't seen it yet, see now what I missed out on, all because of my poor organization skills.
I still had fun at the Fringe Panel at Comic Con. Met up some lovely Virginian friends. Saw DavidJR.com play with Anna Torv from Fringe and then got Anna and John Noble to chant: Aussie! Aussie! Aussie! Oi! Oi! Oi! with me.
Rushed outside. Ignored another Virginian person. Found David. Got in car. Went to airport.
Plane: long and boring.
Spent far too much time staring at the back of seat.
Lady from India got sick, she didn't look well before she boarded.
She threw up like a champ.
Didn't even make me feel sick.
The attendants were ever so considerate. We were flying American.
SFO is...SFO. San Jose is only cool because it's mentioned once or twice in the Youth in Revolt.
Stayed at Marriot. Marriott. No bathrobes. This simple luxury makes me sad. No minibar. Sadder.
UGX Conference breakfast was embarrassing. Face on two boards and it was funny. So tired. Couldn't speak until I had coffee.
Got on Local NBC news. Thought the lady didn't like me, but found out the next day that I was the only person - out those she interviewed, that she used. Funny. Very funny. If anyone can find it for me, I'll probably kiss you on your forehead one day.
Not really. But I'll pretend. In my sleep. Naked. WHOA!
Good conferences, saw Craig from Craigslist... all I remembers is this:
or get out of
Left in the afternoon to go the Radio Ink Convergence Panel.
Met Mr. Kawasaki - lovely man.
Got really nervous before the panel. Started worrying that maybe I was developing that sympton that happens when people get nervous. Which would be ironic. Because now when I do want to do things that make me nervous, my body might not let me. We'll see how that develops...
"INTRIGUE, DANGER AND ROMANCE!" - that song is playing at the moment.
The panel went well. Mics didn't work. I tweeted the video, so check out my twitter. But it was funny and nearly everyone, and now me seeing this is weird, so you know I'm not being a dick, was talking about it afterwards.
So we went out for American Food. I had a hamburger with fries, peanutbutter, banana, chocolate milkshake and a banana split. Twas beautiful.
Next day, woke up late, met Mr. Kawasaki again, got a photo and a promise of a book - they had run out. Saw his panel.
And then took part in my crazily-titled panel and that went well. Had long conversations with advertisers and youtubers alike after it was over. Got nervous before that too. Interesting.
Got on a flight straight afterward and went to LA.
Took ages to check in to The Standard. I was quite surprised when my card actually was able to pay for the first night of my room. It took me into the negative, but at least I had actually saved like I planned to...and it will be reversed. Yay, I'm learning.
I got up late, it's so cold in the room. Did some work, ran late to go to The Waffle House, but at least I looked decent. Stared at the Nickelodeon studios across the road rather wistfully. If I had grown up here, I would have been all over that place... not in the shows, just trying to get in them hahahaah. I wanted to be Amanda Bynes when I was 13. Hahaha. God. I was 13. How weird.
Really enjoyed the Standard's Diner...
Gosh, this blog is so boring.
Anyway, The Internet Makes Me Mean. Almost everyone does not get along with everyone and the Internet makes it so much easier for comments to be misinterpreted, hurt more and the instancy of it all, allows or a lot of mistakes and hastily written hate messages/texts/blogs/tumbles ; )
Luckily, I come to my senses. But I no longer want to be mean. I no longer want to look at to feel the intense burning of anger that knowing so many people on the Internet creates. It's awful. I just want to be nice, earnest and friendly.
So here we go. Hi. I like you shiny metal hat.
Love, The Nice Pony and The Meat Lasagne with Sweet Potato Fries and a Diet Coke.