I don’t know where you were last week, but I was in Park City, Utah, oinking myself (not to be confused with boinking myself) silly. Because that’s the first thing you do when you leave town for a few days beginning with the food court at your home town airport and not letting up until you’ve stuffed as many bags of peanuts and pretzels down your gullet as humanly possible on the short flight home.
And so it was at the evo (EVO? I don’t know if they all-cap it or what - I never did figure that out, it should be part of the FAQ page, if you ask me, not that you are, but if you were) conference where 200 or so women gathered for what I keep wanting to call a blogger conference but is technically labeled a social media conference. Whatever. Pretty much every one there was a blogger to some degree.
I’ve decided to do a series on this conference and today I will show you some of the food I was subjected to. Or was it the other way around?
Anyway, there was the night where local cheese artisans were grilling cheese. Just cheese. All by itself. And then passing them out. It tasted like perfectly toasted cheese sandwiches, but without the bread. Low carb toasted cheese sandwiches? Sign me up! They were delicious, by the way. If Heaven made toasted cheese sandwiches, they would taste like that.
Nicky of We Work for Cheese would have been proud because I wasn’t was eating cheese flavored orange powder (or as I’ve been known to call it, Manna Cheese-Flavored Pasta Dust) out of a box.
Meanwhile, in the McDonald’s suite on the 7th floor, they were passing out chocolate chip frappes (“a chocolate chip in every sip”), hot smores pies, and making McFlurries to order.
More like McBlurry, amiright?
I never had a McFlurry before and since I was out of town and in diet-what-diet mode, I partook.
And in case you were wondering, there really is a chocolate chip in every sip. The frappe, not the McFlurry.
I sometimes ate real food. Like this one dinner that Southwest Airlines was sponsoring, they had a dish called “Airline Chicken” (really? if you wanted to entice people to eat, would you call it “airline” anything?) Anyway, my chicken dinner was just fine, and going well, until one of my blogger friends dumped her entire glass of water into it.
Airline Chicken Soup
That’s okay, I was almost done anyway. And there were brownies and cookies and McFlurries to be tasting elsewhere afterward.
Oh! And the Lemon Curd Tarts, of course.
Here’s a question, can you say “lemon curd tart” fast five times without either tripping over yourself or saying “turd” at least once?
OK kids, that’s my food roundup of this conference. Join us next time when we review the parties. Or the workshops. Or the woolly mammoths.
Negative Spammers? Yes, Please!
As a world famous blogger, I am subject to millions of comments. It’s either millions or tens, I forget which. Anyway, most are good, and three have been bad.
And then there is the spam.
Mostly, my spam comments are very positive and flattering. Comments such as:
and…
and…
Some of you might think I am being presumptuous and a grammar snob to think that comments such as these are spam and not merely an attempt to comment on a blog that they do find very tremendous and they can’t help it if English is not their first language.
I would agree with you, except that you don’t know what you’re talking about, my little benefit-of-the-doubt giver.
Because these comments have extremely commercial sounding email addresses like reversemortgages.net@gmail.com and cheapinsurance@gmail.com and usmintedcoins@gmail.com.
Also? The URL they leave behind like a lone turd is also a suspiciously low class sounding website. So no, they are not sincere comments, but an attempt to get a back link from my blog in order to raise their Google page rank.
Also? These comments are not appearing on Nanny Goats in Panties, but on my test blog. A blog that has virtually no information whatsoever, let alone “fastidious” comments by its “viewers”. The handful of posts I do have on it are nonsensical poppycock. The website looks like crap, and it is far from tremendous. It’s called Sacramento Puzzle Swap and it’s a piece of garbage whose sole purpose is for me to test out WordPress themes and plug-ins before I implement them on my real blog on the internets.
Anyway, these flattering spammers may be starting to adopt new tactics, as I recently received my first negative spam comment:
The text reads:
I love this comment! It’s irrelevant yet provocative-much like the vitriolic blowhards we see from those talking heads on cable “news” shows.
Yeah, this one takes commenting to a whole new level. While typically vague, it still manages to pack a punch and attack me personally. How awesome is that?
Also? He keeps it clean. No porn or offensive language anywhere to be found - well done, Jacktard! Can I call you Jacktard? You seem like a Jacktard.
I hope this is a new trend. I’d prefer to be entertained by spam than simply annoyed. So, bring it on, I say.
Care to share any fastidious thoughts?