This year, it was a first for BlogHer to film and then send out individual video codes to each of the people who spoke. Cannot tell you how much I wish I had just paid the $40 for a hair blowdry. The San Diego humidity did me no favours.
Reading this post out was one of the biggest honours of my life. Thank you BlogHer. Thank you Vee for letting me. Vees mother died of cancer last week. Cancer is the worlds biggest thief. Thank you, to you - all those people who came up to me at the conference days afterwards and grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes and told me thank you. And told me about your aunt/cousin/dad/mum who had cancer, or some disease ... or just that my post touched them in a really big way.
It touched me too. Forever.
I went way over my time limit because I kept ad-libbing because I did not receive enough attention as a child and must forcefully grab it while I can. When I walked off stage I couldn't go over to the other beautiful bloggers - I went in the opposite direction and crouched and sobbed all the sob up. Than I joined tham and they all hugged me, bloggers and women and beautiful Souls, all.
You know what else we should all grab forcefully? Lifes balls. Grab them. Change the goddamn stupid world. Look outside yourself, not in. Your navel's doing great. So here's the vid - I hope it loads properly. You may have to play it then go back to watch it. Or watch it painfully load like I just did, obsessing over every rubber-faced freeze frame. FREEZE FRAME? FREEZE FRAME WHOOO!
If you'll excuse me I'm off to promise my husband many sexual favours in exchange for the $800 to get this boy Agus out of his bullshit living conditions. Or maybe you can help? Who has a lazy $800? Is there a company out there who wants some awesome (almost) free press? (But I can't promise *you* sexual favours. I'd like to stay married.)
We need to change the world every day because it's dumb and needs changing.
Later on, dancin' and rappin' at Sparklecorn, the amazing Ryan from the Panic Room took a photo of me. I go to this blog post of his every once in a while and scroll down to Girl #4. It's me. And just look at her stuck in that awesome moment forever.
Thanks Ryan. And seriously - I sing the lyrics of "Potty Time" on your Do Fun Stuff album every goddamn day. ESPECIALLY the rap part!