Maccers Gets Sac'ed (And Other Non-Sequiturs)
When people say bloggers are anti-social shut-ins who hide behind their keyboards and never see the light of day or feel the warmth of human flesh other than their own hands, well, they're right. But last week a handful of us proved we could blast these stereotypes with high-octane awkwardness until our speakers cracked, everything started to sound scratchy, and everyone got a little gassy.
We took in a stranger who traveled 3,000 miles to visit the center of the universe for computer training (Advanced Excel) and an immersion course in NYC blogging, which he is now certified to teach both back in his native country of California. While some have the gall to doubt his very existence (to be honest, I'm still not completely sure this isn't all some hallucinatory Tyler Durden-esque dreamscape I'm swirling around in with midget hands and a giant belly), others could care less.
Actually, almost no one cared which became painfully obvious at the Welcome To The Magician's/Blottered Launch party for Sac. I spent over $300 on an open bar that was enjoyed by less than 10 people. If it weren't for pictures I would deny the entire episode. The pain of waking up the next day at 7am on my couch with burrito parts on and all around me within a 2-foot radius meant only one thing: Sac Is Real and I Need Help.
Besides not being a carrier of any strange Sacramentonian bird flu, he's a cool dude (my highest compliment) and looks a bit like Rev. Norb from Boris The Sprinkler (more flattering than it sounds) who used to have a column in MRR. He sums up the week more adequately than I care to here and here, so don't be afraid to saddle up and stick your ear in the horse's mouth.
I hope to see everyone again at next year's reunion in Concord, CA. Sewer Trout Rulz 2.0!
We took in a stranger who traveled 3,000 miles to visit the center of the universe for computer training (Advanced Excel) and an immersion course in NYC blogging, which he is now certified to teach both back in his native country of California. While some have the gall to doubt his very existence (to be honest, I'm still not completely sure this isn't all some hallucinatory Tyler Durden-esque dreamscape I'm swirling around in with midget hands and a giant belly), others could care less.
Actually, almost no one cared which became painfully obvious at the Welcome To The Magician's/Blottered Launch party for Sac. I spent over $300 on an open bar that was enjoyed by less than 10 people. If it weren't for pictures I would deny the entire episode. The pain of waking up the next day at 7am on my couch with burrito parts on and all around me within a 2-foot radius meant only one thing: Sac Is Real and I Need Help.
Besides not being a carrier of any strange Sacramentonian bird flu, he's a cool dude (my highest compliment) and looks a bit like Rev. Norb from Boris The Sprinkler (more flattering than it sounds) who used to have a column in MRR. He sums up the week more adequately than I care to here and here, so don't be afraid to saddle up and stick your ear in the horse's mouth.
I hope to see everyone again at next year's reunion in Concord, CA. Sewer Trout Rulz 2.0!
