01.12.2004 - 5:24 p.m.
I left my immune system in
San Francisco, apparently. Due to air travel or the general germiness
of glad-handing hundreds of nerds at Macworld last week I've
finally succumbed to the Winter Guck, which has left me incapable
of doing much more than trailing crumpled kleenexes all over
the house and watching Pirates of the Caribbean over and over
and over again, because good lord, Jack Sparrow? SO FUCKING HOT.
Oh my GOD, seriously, he's even hotter than ARAGORN, with the
eye-widening and the finger-wriggling and the -
I don't know,
a tradeshow. Some people get really super into it and do crazy
things like getting in line for the 8 AM keynote at, like, 8
PM the night before, but for me it's just a really geeky
tradeshow that lasts four unbelievably long days.
I do like having the opportunity
to talk with some of the people who come by our booth. In the
Mac industry, Workplace is beloved by a small but fiercely loyal
group of fans, and it's always nice to hear from people who support
Still, though. Four days of
standing around yammering endlessly about our products? Whurrrrrrgh.
Highlights of the trip:
- Eating at the most amazing
Indian restaurant ever, during which I discovered the sheer blissful
heaven that is Sag Paneer, a substance I could easily consume
a kettle-drum-sized portion of. With a humongous spoon.
- Dancing my butt off in a
crowded gay bar, no doubt looking like the world's biggest poser.
- The woman who came by our
booth and cried, "Girl, you write them funny newsletters!
You're the best!" and hugged me. For the second Macworld
in a row! Love that woman. Love. Her.
- My coworker randomly telling
me he was going to change his name to Paul Bunyan. "But
I'm going to spell it BUNION, just to be weird."
Lowlights of the trip:
- Imbibing WAY too freely in
the drinks available at an industry party, and smooching a certain
well known Mac journalist. On the cheek, so chill the
hell out, JB. At least I didn't get a henna tattoo on my FACE
like one of my coworkers did, to his undying regret the next
- Deciding to have a quiet
night to myself (see: free drinks, complications thereof) and
ordering room service, only to find myself strangely embarrassed
and replying "two" when they asked how many would be
- Getting overly excited when
Schiller came by our booth and trumpeting "Show him
the platymapus! The platymapus!".*
* I had made this sample document,
see, that shows off the features in our new software, and it's
like a fake report on platypuses (platypi? Clearly I must do
more research), and we were joking about Jessica Simpson, and
"Platymapus". I rule.
Well, I survived it, none the
worse for wear except a stepped-up snot production process. Now,
if you'll excuse me, I have to go watch that movie one..more..time.
comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004