So last week was a big deal in the blogosphere. A conference called Blissdom happened. It's a conference where bloggers share ideas and learn new things. A lot of my bloggy friends got to go. They met each other, they had a good time together. They learned stuff about how to grow their blogs and market themselves.
There was even a flash mob. A flash mob, people! Have I ever expressed my desire to be a part of a flash mob? It's a burning desire in the core of my soul.
And I wasn't there.
All I have of the experience is cryptic Tweets and blog posts from blogger friends involving new names and inside jokes. *sigh*
So, in honor of Blissdom and all the things people have been posting this week, here's my Blissdom post:
Ten Seven Things I Learned by Not Going to Blissdom
7. Most lists have ten things. I didn't learn enough to have ten. If I'd gone to Blissdom, I could have made a Top Ten Things I Learned from Going to Blissdom. I'd have learned so much! But I can't, so I'm stuck with seven. *sigh*
6. People at Blissdom dance like crazy, even when sober. And even when they're not part of the flash mob. I could have shown off my funky fresh moves. Now the world may never see me get down with my bad self.
5. I clearly do not Tweet enough. Blissdom people do, and they use Twitter to grow their blogs. Not me. I use Twitter, but not as effectively as I could use Twitter.
4. Blissdom people learn how to make pretty blogs. Mine is the ugly stepchild of Blissdom blogs.
3. I don't know as many people as Blissdom people do. They can squeeze eight, ten names into a single tweet! I don't even know what they're saying, but they're saying it to and about lots of people. People they've actually met now.
2. I'm not effective at marketing myself. Blissdom people do a better job of that. I'm learning that social media is a full-time job—one that I don't know how to do very well! But I'd be a pro if I'd gone to Blissdom.
1. Cool kids go to Blissdom. Next year, I'm going to be a cool kid.
So that's my top
ten seven list. Next year, I'll have all sorts of neat things to share. But for now, I'm going to wallow in self-pity. And watch some Buffy. And eat some cookies.
Don't miss Blissdom, kids, or this lonely cookie-eating, Buffy-watching will be your fate!