Private Dick Snarkier is on the job: Jenny the Bloggess is in the building (and maybe drinks Starbucks iced coffee).
I knew we'd meet up eventually - I was going to the session "Where's the Line or the Lie: Storytelling, Memoir and Poetic License" and she was on the panel, so it was kinda a bloggy-stalking dream come true. During the panel, I learned all sort of stuff! Like she was born a poor black child and that her husband is Native American and his name is not really Victor, it's Runs with Crazy Chick. OK I made that up, because the Bloggess aka Jenny [probably not her real name] says it's ok to make shit up. Er, fine, fine - she didn't say that. At all. In fact, she keeps things ridiculously 99.9% close-to-true-fact on her blog.
All that over-the-top shit that happens to her and the stuff she says to people both online and in person that you probably think she is embellished in the retelling for the sake of humor? Nope. I'm here to tell you that she's reporting things as they actually happened. Yes, she really told Padma what's-her-name from the foody channel at the Hillshire Farms sandwich-off thingy that she feeds her diabetic child chocolate sandwich-stew. And then she blasted whip cream into her mouth to staunch the flow of verbal diarrhea. Well played, Bloggess. If you'd offered me a whippet, I would have gladly accepted.
So after the BlogHer session wrapped up (there was much laughing and clapping and I wish someone had recorded the entire thing or that there was at least a transcript) I swarmed the stage along with about half the other people in the room because, you know, she really likes that. I was packing a card with the scratch-off ticket and a Twitarded button. Sadly, the ticket wasn't a winner. But I'd take the chance to chat for a second over a $2 win any day. And thankfully it wasn't a 30k winner because I plan on blogging for a long time and it would suck to get blacklisted from the blogosphere for decking the Bloggess, wrenching the winning ticket out of her hands, and fleeing the premises. So there's that. Look on the sunny side, that's what I always say. Starting now.
Even the Confidence Ponytail was not strong enough to make this ticket a winner.
In addition to the panel, we were lucky enough to hang out with Jenny the Bloggess (or "JB" as me and a few other close, close confidants call her) later that night at the Eden Fantasys party. And you know what? She's totally cool and easy to chill out with in person, just like she is on her blog. There's no disconnect; her voice is what it is. Snarky, self-deprecating, full of integrity, and piss-yourself-laughing funny. Plus she has the world's tiniest telescope on a necklace and she's totally watching everything, all the time. No wonder she's always so freaked out about stuff - being omniscient is rough.
Plus she is a total Twitard. I'm already looking forward to