Yep. I’m standing over here in my little section of tubes waving my arms around saying ‘Look at me!’ I have thoughts and words and stuff that I think you should see. Me! Me! Me!
Well, it kinda sorta started out that way anyway. Also, it served as a pressure valve even if I was just releasing thoughts out into the ether, at least they were out there rather than rattling around as amorphous blobs in my head. Typing them out gave them shape. Then people started to read and comment and I discovered that the whole world had not, in fact, gone completely insane. Or maybe it had, but there was at least a subgroup of people with insanity complimentary to my own.
You have to admit, going to the first blogmeet feels pretty insane.
Coworker: Hey Jennifer, what are you doing this weekend?
Jennifer: Going out of town to meet up with people from the internet with guns.
Coworker: Do you know these people?
Jennifer: We’ve talked online…
Coworker: Uh huh. (remembers all the warnings about online dating.) If you don’t come back, I’ve got dibs on your stapler.
Ok, so it wasn’t exactly like that. No one wants my stapler. But we threw caution to the wind and hit the highway. I’m so glad we did. We survived that one and then some. You see that long list of bloggers I’ve met*? They’re awesome people and totally not imaginary. And mostly not insane or at least it’s a charming kind of insanity (you know who you are).
This year’s Blogorado (which is more family reunion than blogmeet) brought new additions JayG, Weer’d, Peter, Miss D, and Gay_Cynic. Friends that I finally shared real space with. Got to hug them and everything. And of course, reuniting with dear friends that I don’t see enough-LabRat and Stingray, Ambulance Driver, Tam, Christina, Phlegmmy, AEPilotJim, Spear, Jason**, LawDog, SCI-FI and mrsSciFi, MattG, Johnny, Holly, Salamander, and of course FarmGirl, Farmmom, and FarmDad. I’m sure I’ve left someone out and I’m going to feel terrible when I figure out who it is.
There was waxing. There was shaving. There was a man in a dress. Yes, there was me in a PVC catsuit (which did not survive the weekend). There was eating. There was shooting. There was more eating. And drinking. And a grown man in footie pajamas in a giant chair. Plenty of insanity, all of the charming kind. Prairie dogs were dispatched (alas, not by me). A refrigerator was burned (that was me). These are my people. The family blogging brought.
I’ve still got pictures and stories to share and some to keep for myself. I may have started this blogging adventure for the attention, but I keep at it for the connection. I don’t expect to change the world with my words, but the people I’ve met have made my world a better place.
*if I’m missing anyone, please let me know.