I attended the Blissdom conference last week, and it was awesome. I did things that I can't ever do when my wife is around. Like fall sleep with my shoes on. Oh yes I did. P. Diddy where you at? You better sign this bad boy.
I was invited to Blissdom to present a session, and I will get to that later. First, the real reason I love going to blog conferences:
Being silly and responsibly inebriated with friends, as model parents who set a good example even when their kids are thousands of miles away often do:
Indulging my Asian Karaoke Gene by singing... a Toby Keith song (and defining irony better than Webster ever could).
Indulging in indulgence.
Filling myself with heart, spirit and pressurized dairy product (photo courtesy of Secret Agent Mama's Flickr)
Losing my bid for Mayor.
I should have just used Foursquare (photo courtesy of Secret Agent Mama's Flickr)
While all of the above was fun and games, the reason I went to Blissdom was that I was invited to speak. It all happened so suddenly. One day I was casually emailing with Megan (who did a bang up job soliciting and choosing the conference sessions) about topics that I would hypothetically take vacation days off work and fly to Nashville to go see, and the next moment, I found myself on a plane headed to Nashville, feverishly finishing a PowerPoint regarding a topic I hypothetically would take vacation days to go see, minus 2 vacation days.
And then it was showtime.
The session itself was entitled "Innovative Writing Techniques." So of course I opened it up with a slide of double rainbows, unicorns, bacon, the Death Star and ninjas, proving that I never forgot the first rule of math club: find the common denominator.
Because even ninjas can't carry a room for 90 minutes, I'm glad I had the help of my very talented, highly professional, all-around awesome co-presenters Mrs Flinger and Amy Turn Sharp. They talked about writing prompts, finding your voice and a whole lot of other compelling, relevant subjects, while I yelled at the computer.
I got your RAM right here!! (photo courtesy of Heather Durdil's Flickr)
When I got the PowerPoint presentation to work again, I spoke on the topic of the importance of medium. Essentially, my thesis was how you tell a story is often just as important as what you tell. And to illustrate that, I took a very common saying, "The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog," and showcased some interesting ways I would go about telling that tale.
And now, for the first time on national internet, are the videos and other randomness that were previously available ONLY to session attendees.
But first, a word from our sponsor:
Well, Huggies Little Movers diapers isn't technically my sponsor, but they are paying me in caaash money and diapers to blog about my diaper experiences on their website High Chair Critics (click through to my intro post - even if you don't read it, there is an ultra cute pic of Fury and Lessi kicking it old school). They were looking for a dad who has trouble keeping up with life to represent them in their "Too Fast, Keep Up" campaign, and considering I can only blog like once a month, I was a shoo-in. I said yes because the opinions and the absurdity are all mine. Also, if one of you wins some of their $5 million in prizes and points (contest codes inside of every pack of Little Movers diapers), I will have done something useful in this life.
And now, the back to our scheduled post...
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.
A study in ways to "write" things when you are too lazy to actually write
Make a list:
Make a haiku (nothing beats a 17 syllable commitment):
Write an opinion piece:
Get scientific on it, a la Mythbusters:
Piggyback on the most viral video of the year:
Get your friends involved:
When the smoke cleared, and the sessions were done, and the flashmobs were danced (yes I was in that), and the drink tickets were spent, and the sponsor booths were dismantled, all we were left with was what we came for in the first place: our homies.
To the friend I owed a Guinness to for a year, Kat...
... and of course to anyone at Blissdom who went out of their way to say hi and didn't make me feel like the creepy dude at the women's conference.
Thank you for laughing with me (and at me, when appropriate), singing with me, shakin wit me, drinkin with me, chillin with me, and generally making me feel at home, despite our chromosomal differences. Admittedly, it's a difficult line to walk as a male blogger in a female world. But when you have close friends who can accept you as one of the group, but still make you feel like a guy's guy (these shirt buttons are snaps, ladies!), it's blissfully the best of both worlds.
But just in case, I kept the toilet seat up the entire time.