Since yesterday's Live Blogging "Vote for Change at Netroots Nation!" YAY!!! went over so well...
...and since you guys (some sampling of you, more accurately) have been asking for more live-blogging of convention events...
...and since I am light a meaningful live-blogging event at the moment..
...I figured I would live-blog a meaningful place at Netroots Nation 2008.
The Hilton Hotel Lobby.
More below the break.
Although the convention is happening at the appropriately-named convention center across the street, and there is certain a great deal of milling-about and schmoozing taking place there, the hotel lobby is definitely where it's at.
At the moment sarahnity is "just reading all the diaries on Netroots Nation and finding out about all the events that I have missed...because there is too much going on!!!"
clammyc is live-blogging his diary and he has just given me permission to link and rec his diary Election theft disguised as the "Bradley effect". What a mensch, letting me do that. :)
navajo is taking pictures of people, including me. :)
trashablanca and floja roja are looking for Carnacki. If you are out there, post a comment. :)
highacidity says "Hi!" and is posting pictures. Lots of 'em. UPDATE: "And it's one word!"
Carnacki is now here. Shook his hand. Woot.
paradox: "Tell everyone I say hi!"
Malacandra has an interesting comment about elevators being Faraday cages earlier. "I don't know if it's true of all elevators but it's true of that one," he clarifies just now. :)
lulu57 wants me to tell Carnacki hi, though he is standing 10' away. :)
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AND NOW FOR A BONUS DIARY!!!
And me? Well, my interesting story du jour is that a few hours ago, I was en route down the hall to my hotel room when I noticed a large late middle-aged gentleman splayed out across the floor with a chewing tobacco spit cup. I asked if he was ok, he responded yes, then rose.
Then he went with key card in hand to the room beside mine and made to insert the key card into the door. He fumbled with it for a short while then retreated.
I asked again if he needed help. He answered "I just need to get into a room. I don't care which one."
Okay...
I continue "The people down in the lobby can help you with that I am sure. How about we go talk to them together."
"Ok" And we shuffle along slowly, with more than a little mutual suspicion at first. Then is when I consciously notice he has a chaw cup, and ask after it. He goes "Yeah, I got chewin' tobacco. Why?"
I say (sorry, it's totally a lie) that I used to be a Skoal fan back in the day (as in trying it in high school. He produces a can of it, offers it to me. "That's okay, my doctor says to stay off the tobacco"
"Well it's never been any harm to me."
We are still walking, building some rapport but it's shaky. I don't want to contradict him. "Well, all I know is I was told I had no choice."
Ok, now we are in the elevator, going down.
It occurs to me this guy could put the hurt on me if he so chose.
Good news is we reach the lobby floor and my new friend makes a bee-line to to a nearby free chair. The man in the chair next to him is Hunter.
He asks Hunter "Do you like apples."
Hunter looks up, bemused. Smiles nicely. "Why, yes I do," he answered, his slightly widened eyes resuming their gaze into cyberspace.
I see my opening when a security guard wants my general way. I flag him down, explain the presence of the man on my floor. The guard nods, then says "Oh, he's a guest. He's in the [redacted] floor."
At the point hotel officialdom takes over.
And that's my interesting anecdote du jour. :)
See? Bonus diary!