I made it to lovely Austin, yay! But I almost drove icepicks into my ears with rolled-up Sky Mall’s on the plane from SF listening to the endlessly namedropping mommybloggers seated (embedded/screechingly monetizingly festeringly) two rows behind me. Almost didn’t make it here alive, dear readers… seriously, they were all in their mousy brown highlights and pantsuits saying, “I can’t believe I’m saying I’m a ‘blogger’. Ohmigod, it sounds like a disease! Who’s your husband?! I’m monetizing my parenting blog.”
Ugh. I told Hacker Boy to nail me with a thorazine dart gun tomorrow by 5pm when I start running through the expo looking for combustibles and godcasters to make a bonfire with.
I’m on 4 hours of sleep and little food — too tired to tag photos — my SXSW set begins here. Found one of those sweet little “we searched your bag” notes form the TSA in my suitcase; sex toys are still intact so all will be okay. Now, to sleep…
