No, there was no live feed of The People's Party. As far as I can tell, Guy Kawasaki hijacked our video girl (which, yes, is just like "video killed the radio star") and I'm still crushed about it. Guy! I thought we were working together on this! Man.
(I'm kidding. I should probably spell that out.)
You know what else there wasn't? Any more words after this next paragraph or two. I am finally home after spending 24 hours straight in either an airport or an airplane. Yeah... um... Yeah. I was just like Tom Hanks in The Terminal, though it felt much more like Cast Away. After the ninth hour, I looked just like a castaway, too, inspiring vendors to give me free food and drinks. Mostly because they wanted me to stop scaring off their customers.
If you are new here, maybe some of my regular readers can vouch for this blog in the comments? If not, my sidebars are loaded with stuff to click, including great post-BlogHer posts by people that are not me. Or, even better, because although I am too tired to type, I'm not too tired to read...
If we met this weekend for the first time, leave a comment with a link to your blog and give me something to occupy my delirious brain that refuses to shut off and let me get some sleep! Don't leave me hanging, though. Twitter became like my Wilson at the airport... I was doing a lot of talking and only imagining a lot of responses. Maybe my brain will kick back on somewhere in here and I'll be able to write a real post. Until then... Vouching and linking commencing... now!