In no particular order and the first of several (perhaps):
1. I had a good time. I didn't have a great time, a suuuuper time, a waited-all-my-life time, but that has more to do with me than the conference. I went knowing no one. That's tough. And no one knew me. Also tough. So I had to do the gird-your-loins thing and dive in to the crowd--or stand at the periphery and hope you don't look pathetic. I dove, and sometimes I did a perfect 3 point. And sometimes I bellyflopped.
2. I have got to get over this age thing. No one seems to care about it but me. And I make people feel bad when I make cracks.
3. I met some cool women and made some friends.
4. Dooce deserves all she has gotten. I will write more about this later, but had to get it on record now.
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