I have to be very honest. I was totally exhausted during last Saturday’s Social Media Breakfast, so I only had about 50% presence of mind. The other 50% of me was zoning out on sleep-deprivation-induced hallucinations.
Some SMBers might have noticed me occasionally favouring the striking pink floral wall at Cafe Domus with a glazed, sometimes shocked, stare.
The wall is quite garish, if I may be honest, but I do realise perhaps it’s meant to be alternative or retro or whatever and I do respect artistry even if I may not appreciate the art.
Now, since I was feeling rather sleep-deprived, I turned up in my jammies.
Coleman had taken this very interestingly-angled photograph of me with my camera while I was distracted.
Which was just as well, now that I realise that, in my incapacitated state that day, I had quite forgotten to camwhore.
I managed only to take a few random photos during the moments I wasn’t busy eating or chatting, which was hardly.
Oh, those aren’t really jammies I was wearing. It’s just that someone came up to me and expressed his shock at seeing me in my “pajamas” because I’m usually “all dressed up”.
All I can say is that it’s a lucky thing I didn’t turn up in one of those little skirts I’m usually fond of wearing. (Once in a while, a barely-conscious sixth sense kicks in.) Michael‘s camera had made history by becoming the first non-human to receive a tag at an SMB.
What an honour. Or not.
Incidentally, this same camera caught me babbling incoherently when Mike decided to interview me, Daryl and Derrick for the Geek Goddess Show in our roles as organisers of SMB (although, other than contributing feedback at our periodic MSN meetings, I didn’t help much in the planning of SMB2, so I’m lucky D & D still consider me part of the team).
Anyway, now, I’m hypothetically wondering whether it’s better to get caught in an upskirt video or be filmed talking nonsense and having people think you’re a complete ditz.
I suppose it depends on whether you’re wearing attractive undies.
I believe I was also caught babbling incoherently on Tech65‘s very scary contraption that records voice.
I don’t even know what to call this intimidating-looking device.
You people are making social events very stressful, you know that?
NTT (picture above) and his Tech65 mates wielded that device with glee, traumatising everyone at the event.
Someone even chose to make his trauma known publicly:
Of course, the upside to dealing with Tech65 is that audio recorders can’t record upskirts. So, as long as you shut up when any one of these people encroaches within 50 metres of your personal space, you’re quite safe.
Unfortunately, being sleep-deprived is sometimes akin to be drunk. You don’t know when to shut up.
I hope everyone enjoyed SMB2.
I managed to meet a few new people but I didn’t manage to talk to as many people as I would have liked to.
But that was actually a half-baked ploy to minimise on the incoherent babbling.
See you at SMB3?