Weetacon story plus other crapMay 2nd, 2012
So, Weetacon. I’ve explained what it is many times, so I don’t think I need to go into that (it’s a gathering of people who write on the internet or know people who write on the internet), but I think the real question was, How did you decide to go to that in the first place?
Pretty simple: Wendy Weetabix asked me if I wanted to come and I was in the mood to take a vacation. Look, I’m an extrovert. I like meeting people and making small talk. I also love staying in hotels and eating meals at restaurants and drinking at bars. So…it was a no-brainer. Green Bay is also a cheap vacation. We get sweet rooms at an Irish Inn for $89 or something ridiculous and Wendy and Committee arrange all the activities for a small registration fee and MY GOD the booze and food in Green Bay is cheap. On karaoke night of the latest Weetacon, Poppy and Mike and I amused ourselves by running (staggering) (what?) to the bar to order three shots of Jager, a beer, a vodka tonic and a Scotch. We would wait with glee and then giggle madly when the bartender said, “That’ll be twenty dollars.” I don’t understand Wisconsin, but in Kansas you’d be out fifty bucks for that.
To clarify, the first Green Bay event I went to was a smaller affair known as “Rehab.” It was like a mini-Weetacon. I enjoyed it so when the next Weetacon came up, I was in and I’ve been in ever since.
I think if you spend a significant amount of time and effort on your internet friends, you ought to go to a get-together. Anyone who wants to go to Weetacon should go. I will be your bus buddy. Don’t tell her, but I’m going to work on Robyn Anderson for next year. Fred can take care of the livestock.
Robyn donates her jams and jellies for our raffle and they are a big moneymaker, so it’s the least you can do, ROBYN, to show up.
I love my Weetacon people. Every year I arrive late-ish because it’s hard to get to Green Bay from Kansas City for some reason (I have to fly to Milwaukee and rent a car and drive for two hours) and I walk in the Waterford Room and everyone says, “Jane!” and for the only time all year, I become a hugger.
Now go to Weetabix’s page and read about how to win $50 from Igigi, who provides gorgeous dresses for our gorgeous models at our fashion show:
So since I’m talking about Weetacon, I’ll use the rest of Wendy’s writing prompts:
The craziest blogger you ever met! Or the craziest blogger you’d love to meet.
I have not met very many crazy bloggers! I’ve met a couple I thought were going to be crazy, but then they were kinda normal. The craziest blogger I’d like to meet? I CAN’T ANSWER THIS because then I’d be calling someone crazy and someone might sue me for libel! I would like to meet some non-crazy bloggers, like everyone on my Google Reader list. Oh yeah, I get to meet Miz Silverman next month when I go to Washington DC. She’s a little crazy. Does that count?
Why Robyn should get more cats.
Because at some point you just stop counting.
Why my mobile phone sucks.
I actually have an answer for this! Because Green Bay does something to cell phones! Every time I come there I run out of battery twice as fast as anywhere else in the world and my phone does bizarre things like turn itself off and back on. It’s terribly annoying. So I submit your phone doesn’t suck, the system sucks. Power to the people.
Ice skating or marathon running: which takes more discipline.
Marathon running! I am having a hate/hate relationship with ice skating right now because oh my god the money. But as far as discipline – Holly doesn’t really have any, but she’s still pretty good. You can’t be a “pretty good” marathon runner. You either work really hard and do a marathon or you don’t.
Why don’t women wear appropriate bras these days?
DUDE. DON’T GET ME STARTED. It is my greatest pet peeve of all time. Even I, of the Tiny Tempur-pedics, wear a bra so that my bustline has a neat and tidy appearance. I can’t tell you how many women ruin perfectly good clothing with poor bras. I don’t care how big your boobs are, they look better hauled up.
Of course, every time I discuss this I get comments all, you don’t even KNOW and bras are for suckers and I don’t care how I look and YOU try having 38 triple Zs and blah blah blah. All I know is people gonna stare at your chest if you have saggy boobs and you look sloppy. That’s all I’m saying.
Obviously, I care about appearances – that’s why I rebuilt my boobs from scratch without even thinking it over. That’s why I had such a hissy fit when I was bald. It’s why I shave my legs the night before I go running, in the early morning, alone. You never know when you might fall and Ryan Gosling might help you up. Or Patrick Dempsey. Or whatever.