10 posts tagged “blogging”
Hi folks.
I apologize for my once-a-week posting, but, there's a lot going on at the moment; most of which can't be talked about. A lot of it is because there is far too much cross-over between my "real life" and my "online life", and although the whole "neighborhood only", "friends only", "friends and family" settings on VOX are fantastic...if I feel like I need to constantly downgrade, upgrade and kick people out of my neighborhood just so I can have some expression and release...I can't really decide if it's worth all the effort or not.
There are all of 2-3 people that I can really talk openly and honestly with about all that's going on at the moment, and for that I'm grateful - but I truly do miss being fearlessly open online. Of course, I always had my boundaries (no personal family talk, no airing out my dirty, marital laundry online) but I've felt all muted and censored lately. There's nothing wrong with having to watch what I say, as I know I'm making the right decision, but I just being able to FUCKING TALK.
It's like, there's so many companies and organizations and bloggers and journalists that I just want to rage on about...but I'm in such a vulnerable position I can't really afford to piss anybody off.
Does that make me weak and subservient to The Networking Gods? Or just smart?
Does anybody else feel like the Internet is just claustrophobic lately? It just kills me that I used be in this fantastic little bubble where I could slag off some idiot journalist who did something shitty and laughable one minute, and now I do the same thing and realize that we have 8 "mutual friends" on Facebook and follow the same people on Twitter and have high music compatibility on LastFM. SERIOUSLY?
Am I losing my balls or and caring too much what others think? I wish I had the clarity to know for sure at the moment.
I have a feeling it's just this awkward transition period that I'm in the middle of. Or maybe it's that fucking Mercury Retrograde everyone on here is always banging on about. Can I blame it on Mercury? Is he retrograding at the moment? What does that even mean?
Thanks to everyone for their job suggestions and concern for my ability to afford food in the next few months. I really am okay, and I've accepted the fact that a Magical CEO is not going to email me and offer me the most fantastic blogging job of all time that allows me to work from home whenever I want, and get paid £500 a day AND get paid ON TIME!
The Universe is leaving me to figure this out myself. I'm up for the challenge, it's just just a shame my mojo is only running on half power at the moment.
Dear Internet/Silicon Valley/San Francisco,
Hi! It's me. Cate. CupCate. Of the London CupCates.
Here's the thing, homie...
I was made redundant at my job last week.
I'm there for another month, as I've agreed to do some very limited freelancing work on ye old Dollymix in June, and then after that, I'm broke, I mean, 100% open and available for new freelancing work.
Shit like this happens when you're freelance. The economy's bad at the moment (so I hear) and things are looking a little dull over here in the UK blogging industry. For example, please observe what happens when you Google "UK Blogging Jobs":
While there are no hard feelings and I understand that the company I worked for for the past year and a half "feel that we can no longer pay your incredibly inflated salary and support your extravagant lifestyle", it still sucks.
It sucks like...
...when you know you're in a relationship that is eventually going to end because either one of you doesn't want kids and/or you haven't had sex in 3.5 years and although you didn't want to marry the guy or even get a cat with him, when he looks at you over over half melted Jamba Juice, and says, "You know...I just don't think this is going to work. It's not you, it's me. It's been great, "
You're sort of relieved because you know how it's going to end, but then it just sort of pisses you off that HE BROKE UP WITH YOU and he gets to keep the apartment and YOU'RE THE ONE who has to start Googling BLOGGING JOBS and thinking about how you're going to be able to afford your next root canal...or something.
Does that make sense?
So, that's how I feel. I understand, I'm cool with it, I see how it's better for both of us in the end...but finding enough freelance work to float me for the next few months is my main concern at the moment.
Please, let me explain how.
See, while you're sleeping, I'M AWAKE. You're site will be guaranteed to have fresh content on it by the time you and all those returning visitors go back to your site first thing in the morning. PLUS, how IMPORTANT and SERIOUS will you look by having INTERNATIONAL CORESPONDENTS??
TRES. IT WILL LOOK TRES/MUCHO/A LOT IMPORTANT.
So, all I'm saying, San Francisco, is that you're very wealthy. You've got a lot of blogging jobs, but it would be better for you if you just shelled out the cash to pay some hot ass bloggers in sterling and let them telecommute from London Town.
Just think! I can get you all the latest news on what drugs Amy Winehouse did last night, who Russell Brand is boning this week, and what Heather Mills is lying about lately BEFORE all of your other US based bloggers. Time is on my side! You're 8 HOURS BEHIND ME. Do you know how many hits you could be getting in those 8 hours!?!?
TRES. YOU COULD BE GETTING TRES HITS.
I know I'm American and all, but all this means is that I know shit about TWO cultures! TWO! How many do you know about? It's probably like one and a half. I can talk about Richard Hammond and Miley Cyrus with equal ease. If you want me to be British, I can be British! I sleep with a British guy on a regular basis! I'll even lie and say I like Marmite. I'll throw in random 'u's in my spelling.
Liouke Thious
But in all seriousness, Silicon Valley...San Francisco...California...The United States of America....
We have some fine bloggers in the UK.
But!
There is only ONE in particular that has not only participated in a rather bland, awkward debate over WAGS live on Sky News, and managed to become a sex and relationships expert for Yahoo just months before they fired thousands of people, and (AND!) was misquoted in a grid about feminism in The Observer Woman, complete with an unflattering embarrassing photo.
Where the hell else are you going to find those kind of qualifications?
I may not be whorish enough, *ironic* enough, or have a strong enough love for cocaine to be a part of Gawker, or perhaps friendly and perky enough to be a part of Sugar....but god dammit, I am all for settling and deal with disappointment and low pay very well.
Please. CALL ME.
Cate
xx
PS. In all seriousness, if you have any blogging or freelance writing work done, please get in contact. PM me or my email is in the links on the side. Please? I'll send you a photo of my bra.
HOWEVER.
Today, The Observer ran an article listing the apparent 50 most powerful blogs in the world, and it's the biggest load of crap ever to be written. Sorry, but it is.
For example, while I love The Huffington Post...it's not the the most powerful blog IN THE WORLD.
Some (most) of these blogs I have never even heard of, and the fact of the matter is, I'm a professional blogger, so I sort of spend a lot of time reading other blogs.
And seriously, as much as we all love Lolcats, would you really consider Icanhascheezburger the 8th most powerful blog IN THE WORLD??!
A lot of the usual suspects are on this list, such as Dooce, Boing Boing, Gawker and Perez Hilton (which I'm pretty sure, Observer, is two words...) but I wonder why Engadget is all the way at 16 after TMZ, when it's consistently number 1 on Technorati.
There are a couple other blogs that while I'm glad these folks have been added to the list, I fail to see how they're one of the most powerful blogs in the world. I'll just leave it at that, through fear of offending anyone.
However, I think the blog on this list that angers me the most rests at number 22...
Mother fucking Jezebel.
Firstly, how a blog that hasn't even been live for a year is the 22nd most powerful blog in the universe is beyond me.
Secondly, are you fucking joking?
I understand that Jezzie is a huge cash/hype cow for Gawker as they're the most popular mainstream blog out there that claims to be feminist and acts as though they're the first female bloggers ever to be paid to call bullshit on The Daily Mail or notice that female celebs are OMG AIRBRUSHED on the covers of fashion mags.
I understand that a lot of women love this blog and think it's the best thing since Lip Venom, but for realzies, I call bullshit.
BULLSHIT.
I know I'm probably supposed to keep my mouth shut through fear of committing professional suicide, but seeing as for the last year that they've been existence they've not once linked back to that blog I run, despite covering story after story after story that I, and a couple other feminist blogs, have covered before they did and act like it's a completely original piece, or only link back to people like The NY Times.
I'm not asking for much. All I'm asking is why they think they're above
common blogging courtesy rituals and why they can't be bothered to do
the polite and respectable thing and pull their well-manicured finger
out of their coke encrusted nose for two seconds and LINK THE FUCK BACK TO US.
I get that most of this probably has to do with the fact that earlier
last year I posted something calling bullshit on Gawker God N*** D*****
for saying on his personal blog that "women must have finally
discovered blogs" and that's why Jezebel was so popular.
All I said that I sincerely hope he was joking, or something to that affect, and the bastard must have Google Alerts set up on his name, as less than an hour later he fucking leaves me some stupid as comment letting me know that, um, HELLLO LITTLE GIRL, here at Gawker we're IRONIC and so me saying that was, like, IRONIC and stuff and GOD why don't you get a SENSE OF HUMOUR and wake up to how fucking IRONIC we are all the time.
Anyway.
Aside from my personal bitterness towards them, chew on this:
They have a regular feature called Pot Psychology where regular Jezebel contributor Slut Machine gets stoned with one of her friends,(probably some other Gawker dude that I don't know or give a shit about) and then video tapes her and her buddy answering Jezebel reader's questions whenever they can manage to stop laughing at how wildly hilarious they are for video taping themselves - STONED.
Look, if this were actually funny, I'd be down with it. But seriously? The entire time its' like you can tell that they can't even believe that they're, like, actually getting paid to do shit like that.
But anyway, I digress. It was this week's installment of Pot Psychology that really fucking pissed me off.
So, Slut Machine is stoned out of her mind and then they read aloud a question from a reader who asks if they need to do an enema before they have anal sex. Slut Machine responds that while she's mostly constipated all the time, she then goes on to let us know that, actually, every time she's done anal, she's just done "a lot of coke" first, and that usually "cleans her out". Plus she'd rather do "coke than have an enema any day".
But wait! There's more!
Another reader writes in to ask for advice because she's on anti-depressants and The Pill and has no sex drive. Immediately Slut Machine's stoned pal says, "I really don't think your qualified to give medical advice", but she gives it a go anyway. SM responds that there are "different forms of birth control besides the pill" and her friend interjects that The Rhythm Method works quite well.
Then she goes on to say that "I haven't been pregnant in a while...but the last time I was pregnant I was actually on The Pill" AND THEN MY EYES ROLLED INTO THE BACK OF MY HEAD AND I HAD TO STOP WATCHING.
Seriously?? SERIOUSLY???!?!!!?!
And BEFORE you lay into me about how she's JUST BEING IRONIC and GAWKER IS KNOWN FOR BEING IRONIC, please spare me. That girl is not witty or sober enough to pull off ironic, dry humor like that. Girlfriend was serious about that, and serious about taking coke as she regularly writes about her escapades about who she fucks and how they fucked and what drugs she took.
And, the thing about being pregnant. How can anyone possibly think of this blog as being powerful or informative and take them seriously when they write about "how, like, fucked up it is" that there are still people in the government that would like to see Roe vs Wade overturned when they have some dumbass writing about how she's had god knows how many abortions.
Hi Anti-Abortionists! Meet your new best friend!
Even scarier? All the commenters fucking love it. They write about how they "fucking love her" and how she's "fucking amazing" and how her "pregnancy joke" was so funny...um, not a joke Shirley!!!!
All in all, I find this list to be one massively long piece of shit. It's like they asked their team of 10 people it took to compile that list to just list off some blogs that they've heard of or blogs that they subscribe to their RSS feeds. Or does your friend edit that blog? Sweet, we'll add it to the list...
Also, may I just point out, that one of the morons that helped misquote me and a bunch of other women in their New Feminists piece that I was featured in helped write this. She who does not believe in interviewing people with tape recorder, but just writing down half of every third sentence they say with a pencil on a cocktail napkin.
All I'm sayin' is that maybe The Observer should have spent a little more time and thought and effort into WHO they should be crediting as being the most powerful blogs in the world. Jesus. Maybe I'll start doing my own videos featuring me after I've done crystal meth and then go talk to school children about abstinence only education. That'd be a hoot! Could I be powerful then, too?! DOING ILLEGAL DRUGS AND THEN GIVING ADVICE IS HILARIOUS.
WOW I HAVEN'T RANTED LIKE THAT IN A LONG TIME. Feeeeelllssss goooooood.
So, who would you have liked to have seen on the list?
Just got back from getting my root canal. This is the only thing that could possibly make me feel better.
One of my all time favorite bloggers, you may have heard of her, likes to do these special posts called "Exclaimation Point!" where she posts excerpts from all of the hatemail and shitty comments she gets.
I would now like to take this opportunity to share with you some of my favorite hatemail/comments because just keeping them to myself isn't nearly as fun as sharing them with all of you.
On Dollymix, I wrote a post about the new TV show that's like the UK's version of Laguna Beach. I'd say the name here, but these kids like to set up Google alerts on their names, and then get all their drunk coked up friends to leave me comments. Gotta love their enthusiasm.
But anyhoo. I wrote this post saying, "Oh great, another TV show about spoiled teenagers." and I got a large variety of very wise comments from some very articulate young people:
cupcake - u r obviously very jealous and actually if you think about it - you've actually taken the time to write this and go on the website and analyse.. a very jealous person
shut th hel up u snooty fckin narrowminded wallposting on th internet loser! hahahaha mate. GIMP
HaHa Cupcate got slatered!
cupcate babe,
if you watch the show, which im sure you will as im sure you have nothing better to do than sit at home all night, judging by the fact that you dont seem to care about your own appearance....
you're a fucking jealous bitch
get a life babe x
Awesome. Another young man was enraged that I had a problem with the website "My Free Implants".
Well, in response to 'cupcake's' blog, I certainly DO hope you throw your laptop out the window, and take a framing hammer to your desk-top if you have one...! Keep opinions grounded in the 1800's to yourself, my friend.
Find a cause just 'slightly' better to stand behind, like some very serious environmental issues, political concerns, SOMETHING!! And as far as the BAAPS is concerned, WHO FREAKING CARES what they think??
You REALLY need to get a life, or get laid, or stop wasting your time judging women who decide to seek help for whatever reason, and as for the men who donate their money to these same women?
grow up, get a life, get with the current century, and most of all, get off the NET - You don't belong here!!
General fuckery:
Darling, your a gas! One of your cupcake wellies is sticking out your arse. Oh sorry...it's your mouth.
So, you're one of those. And you fancy yourself all cutting edge and hilarious, right? Aren't you original!
And because racism is always fun..
You can always go back to your own country, it will be no loss for us. Are you one of these here Yankie dolls that wants to be British? God, not another one. The country is full up with people like you now, can't you go somewhere else? If you are genuinely concerned with liberating women, and it's not just a load of old vodka and tart fumes, please go to Afghanistan and get stuck in.
However, my favorite backhanded, incredibly confusing compliment(?) is...
I find you disgustingly erotic, intellectually bipolar, and haphazardly stylish. Therefore, I will be back for more and hope to comment on a few in the future if you don't mind, that is?
I'm not even sure what that means, but it made my morning. Getting hateful, hurtful, and ridiculous comments has helped me grow tougher skin, as if I believed most of what people said about me, I would have surely quit my job and thrown myself out a window by now.
What's the worst comment you've ever received? (And hopefully it wasn't on Vox!)
I was starting to get a bit bummed about it because I have to be the best at everything (because if I'm not I will be unloved and homeless) and then I saw this!
I know! FINALLY, right? Do I get a crown?
The past month has brought up a lot of generally shitty stuff in the Land O' Blogs.
The online attacks and threats against female bloggers Kathy Sierra and Devious Diva lead to the Blogging Code Of Conduct proposal by Tim O'Reilly, that either pissed a lot of people off, or had them nodding in agreement.
There's a division brewing in the so-called *blogosphere*, and I hate to say it, but even here on Vox.
In any community, there are fights, and lies, and snarky comments, and the fur will occasionally fly.
And obviously, everybody knows that on in social networking and in online communities, these are byproducts of having more than 3 people connected, and this shit will happen.
However, communities are not just formed of crazy outsiders, Others, or random folks. They're made of US. It's our own personal responsibility to TAKE responsibility and own up to what we say and do online. The emails we send. The comments we leave.
Some try to cop out and say,"Well, it's the Internet. Things happen so quickly and everything's so instant, it's hard to think fully about what we're saying before we post it." Sorry, but no one's holding a fucking water pistol to your head, forcing you to press 'Post' other than yourself. And because everything is so instant, maybe that should cause us to think even harder about what we're saying.
However, the truth of the matter is, our once small community is growing. Rapidly. We're all starting to deal with the "Check out my awesome band!!1!" messages and are learning that if you're going to post a bitch fest about one of your *haters*, chances are, somehow, some way, they will either read it or hear about it. It's the internet, not a fucking Hello Kitty diary you keep hidden under your mattress.
Just because you have the legal right to say whatever you want, doesn't always mean that you SHOULD.
I'm sure all of us have had to learn, at one point or another, to grow thicker skin, or learn to not take every bad thing someone says about us personally.
As O'Reilly said: "Never wrestle with a pig. You both get dirty, but the pig likes it."
Bottom line, we all need to take the efforts into making Vox and the entire blogosphere a FUN, inspiring, proactive, SAFE, respectful and a free place to express ourselves and share our lives online.
Not everyone is going to get along or agree, but as bloggers and writers, we need to own our words. We also need to OWN our blogs.
This is exactly what the Take Back The Blog! blogswarm is about.
It's about OWNING respect, and the freedom to express yourself online safely, without having to worry about extreme harassment and threats online.
It's about taking YOUR blog back. Back from all the dramatic melodrama bullshit, and getting your blog back to what YOU want it to be about.
Bruce from Crablaw has organized this kick as blogswarm, and is hosting Take Back The Blog!
Bruce says that Take Back the Blog is in support of:
"The rights of women to participate fully in all aspects of our society, including specifically online in the world of blogging but indeed everywhere and at all times, day and night, without fear of harassment, intimidation, sexual harassment, online stalking and slander, or predation or violence of any sort."
Can I get a fuck yes?
Take Back The Blog! is taking place this Saturday, April 28th.
If you're wondering what the fuck a "blogswarm" is, The Lazy Iguana has the best definition:
"A 'blogswarm' is when a bunch of people blog about the same crap ON PURPOSE! It is a premeditated thing, as opposed to the usual randomness that tends to rule the Internet. Order from chaos. Entropy. Call it whatever you want."
For full details, please read Bruce's post over at Crablaw.
This isn't even just about WOMEN and WOMEN'S RIGHTS. This is about all of us, and how we're going to shape the safety and the future of blogging.
I'd go all P.Diddy on you and threaten "Post or Die!" but that may be sort of defeating the purpose of this entire thing...
**UPDATE** I just came across this article today called: "Is your self-worth wrapped up in your blog", and I think it brings up an excellent point, and touches on some issues that I've read throughout Vox.
Vox! There you are!
This is me, posting for the sake of letting everyone know that I haven't committed homicide, genocide, or any of the other scarier 'cide's ...
I've been playing grown-up and going into a real live office every morning, and sitting at a real live desk, and printing documents and highlighting things on Post-Its and sticking them on my monitor so I seem like I'm important and have things I need to remember.
I also do this thing where I'll let out an exaggerated sigh, pound down on the ENTER key multiple times, and mumble a few, "Oh for fuck sake"s under my breath so I sound like I have real adult office-y type problems that I need to be frustrated about.
....And then I take a 2 hour lunch break and come back stinking of Pub.
In all seriousness, I actually have been quite busy drinking
lately. So busy, in fact, that I feel guilty and lay awake at night
thinking of all incredibly small number of times I've clicked the "View
Entire Neighborhood" link or responded to emails, and start to panic
when I think of the fact that I haven't written anything on here in a
couple of weeks. I do! I really do! And then I have horrific nightmares
where Vox runs off with some other chick with a clever little
pastry-esque inspired name, like Little Debbie or PanCate and they make
hot, sweaty, wireless, blog-writing love to each other.
Then, to make matters worse, Vox then marks PanCate as [This is good], and then totally removes me from their neighborhood...which then forces me to sign up with Xanga or Blogger and well...I wake up screaming and Iain has to go find me my Vox Tshirt to hold for the rest of the night, just so I can sleep...
Really, I'm not deserting you, my love. You are my little slice of online heaven! My pink, swirly cupcake of Internet fun! Heck, I would even go as far as to say that you, Vox, are my Absolut Raspberry Dream of the Blogging Kingdom.
Yes. It is true!
We have so much to discuss! We do!
We'll talk! We'll do lunch! I'll pencil you in!
...And if I had a Blackberry I would do some fancy manoeuvre to program our rendezvous in, so that it would remind me that we need to have a chat, and alert me to stop dramatically pressing ENTER, and plastering my desk with Post-Its that say things like "Call Rowlings back about Potter book" and come meet you straight away!
Until then, I'll leave you with a fine piece of pastry plush.
My Drug Cute Dealer, the fabulous Maz, was kind enough to send me a few of the cutest plush goodies I've ever seen in my entire life.
Maz! I heart you, and if I could make an entire room made of Maz goodies (including plush sheets and wallpaper) I totally would.
And so, Vox. I booked us an appointment in my imaginary Blackberry, for one of our regular, long-winded chats.
....Oh and if you suddenly see that PanCate girl blogging around, she'll never be as good to you as I am.
(I hear she only drinks Zima, religiously posts bulletins on Myspace, and doesn't even vote. Is she really the kind of psedo-pastry-drunk-chick you want to have as a 'neighbour, additionally listed as a friend'?...I think not, Vox. I think not!)
Where do I even begin...
I don't feel like I usually write about what's actually going on in my
life. Besides my wedding, and my dad...I don't ever really, just...talk.
Today, I just want to talk with y'all...ya know?
I love Vox like a mother fucker.
It's not about the website.
Sure I love uploading videos, and being able to make my own banner (okay, get my husband to design one for me), it's all of the super neat stuff like that that makes it so easy to use, and love.
However, none of that would matter if the people that power this website were not who they were.
The people who write on this website MAKE IT what it is.
The fact that the kick ass people who make this all possible ACTUALLY CARE and write and share about their own lives is amazing, and even surprising sometimes.
I hate to get mushy, and I think PantsParty said it best: "you tell anyone I wrote such sappy shit and I will cut you."
This place is REAL.
And it's because of that, I have been able to whip out my blogging balls and BE MYSELF.
WRITE like MYSELF....
I was invited here by my friend Liz, that I worked with many moons ago at the Starbucks at the Arden Fair Mall, in Sacramento, California.
Way back then invited my lovely friend Kristen to Vox, who I worked with, not so many moons ago, at a Starbucks in Carmichal, California.
This trip is so positive. It's encouraging, and uplifting, and means more to the two of us than I think anyone could ever comprehend.
It's hard for me to accept successes. To feel good about winning things, or accept the fact that I'm loved or liked, even by friends.
But, Vox...
You are giving me Paris.
PARIS.
A trip around the world...A honeymoon with my husband that we would have never dreamed possible.
Travel has been such a precious topic between Iain and I. From the very
begining the thought of seeing the world together was so important to
both of us....
"You take the pictures and I'll write the stories!" I'd say.
And we'd laugh and imagine all the places we would go. The adventures we'd have.
All of this before we had even met.
You are giving us this amazing trip, and it will keep us positive, and be a constant reminder about what life is truly about.
Thinkin' outside the bun, ya know?
Not worrying about vacation hours, and needing time off in order to live.
When I think of us seeing places we've never seen before, together.
The Eiffel Tower...Tokyo...
Struggling with languages together and fumbling with our "Conversational French for Annoying American Tourists" and our "Japanese for Europeans Without A Clue" books....
I still can't believe that this has happened to us.
To Kristen...
Iain....
Myself....
Vox. Thank you. Thank you for this.
The power of words is highly underestimated, is it not?
I was in shock for the past 48 hours. I didn't feel like I deserved this. Not just so I could fish for compliments and hear why I really did deserve this...But just, it's so hard for me to wrap my mind around the way my life has changed just in the past year....
And now this?
This amazing community of people, from all over the world, who have so kindly embraced my writing, myself, my husband, and my life.
My thoughts, and my pain, and my life, and opinions...They are all met with such discussion, and with the sharing of stories, or appreciation. Celebration...
And you all have no idea how much you have helped me just WRITE, and be myself...
My wonderful neighbors and friends who take time out of their lives and days to write me emails, and read my posts, and comment...I am OVER WHELMED by your support and love.
For a person who has spent years and years emotionally and mentally beating herself up over and over again...
For someone who is still just grasping the idea that not everything has to be a struggle. That not everything needs to be a negative, uphill climb...
But that sometimes, there are things that are just lovely, and simple, and deserved....
The fact that I can just let go,bask, and experience this opportunity to it's fullest...And allow myself to be lucky, and not feel guilty for my successes and good fortune.
It's indescribable.
And everyone else at Six Apart that has helped plan this....
My gratitude cannot not be measured, or described in words. There are not enough [this is good]s in all of Vox land to describe how honored I am to be given this opportunity...
I think video blogging me chugging a Vox Vodka straight out of the bottle, whilst eating pink cupcakes as I dance around in my Vox T-shirt and screaming "THIS IS GOOOOOODDD!!" may help you grasp how gosh darn excited I am..
But even I have boundaries..
(Which reminds me...My apologies to Mena and Gladys for screaming "HOLY SHIT!!!!" at you, on tape, after I was told the good news! My boundaries apparently don't include swearing during taped phone conversations...)
You are ALL such lovely people.
Anil Dash who wrote such a lovely post on Six Apart's website...Thank you!!!!
After reading that I burst into tears of joy for about 20 minutes. I think reading that really made it sink in for me.
This is amazing.
This ISN'T about Web 2.0 crap or traffic or about popularity.
This is about people. Our lives. Our sorrows. Our joy.
Comfort. Friendship.
And above all else it shows us that we are not alone, really. (Cue Michael Jackson....)
We are all a bunch of nerdy people, sitting in our offices, on our couches, or standing up half naked in our kitchens every morning, just checking in on different people all over the world...
Simply because we care. They make us laugh. They give us support. They make us think.
They INSPIRE.
I seriously hate to be so freakin' cheesy, but Vox has changed my life.
Blogging IS fun again.
And to think it's only been few months...
Here's to you, Voxers, and Voxees.
I love this place.
I believe the universe has a fabulous way of working, and I'm so thankful that I have finally opened up my eyes, and am just enjoying the ride.
Vox...Thank you.
I had such a wonderful night. It was such a pleasure to meet each and everyone of you. Thank you so, so much for coming and making tonight so much fun!
We must arrange another LoVox meet up in the Spring!
xx