I leave for the Vloggies in two hours. I will flatten my hair with a hot tool and then get in a plane and fly five blocks to the Swedish American Hall, where I will be gently carried by Intel employees across the red carpet amidst the cacauphonous frenzy of Flickrazzi flahbulbs popping, and in I will go. Inside, it will smell like the Swedish American Hall, but everyone will know it is the smell of glamor. In truth, it is the smell of meta.
Videobloggers will most certainly be videoblogging each other getting awards for videoblogging. And I will look around at videobloggers videoblogging about videoblogging awards for videoblogging, and consider how important indy media is to me and the potential it holds for information dissemination, and I will roll in the meta like a little tattooed pig in metamud. I am excited. I am a judge.
I wish I had a cameraphone for tonight — especially since I just finally caved and got a Flickr account. It is here, and I will still use my Fotki account for anything containing boobies because Flickr is lame about grownup content, but easy for daily, ordinary photos of my friends and events and stuff, which is what I’ll use it for. So now I have eight RSS feeds. But I still have more dildos than feeds, so I can live with it. I mean, I have like five hundred pounds of dick. Eight RSS feeds is *nothing*.
If you’re all like, what is videoblogging? I think you can find out all you need to know by watching Ze Frank’s hilarious Ins and Outs of Videoblogging Part One and (especially) Part Two (also seen @ Laughing Squid, photo of me and Eddie doing GETV via).
