“I heard about your blog at the Catholic New Media Celebration. Were you there?”
So asks Ms. Angela Santana from Saint School, a blog about college, faith, and young adulthood. Yes, Angela, there is an EegahInc, and unless I’m mistaken, he was a few rows behind you at the conference. Bwah Ha Ha! Actually, Angela points out one my serious personality flaws; unless I’ve known you for twenty years, I’m not much for talking. Here I go through the trouble of attending a get-together designed to build relationships among hundreds of Catholic bloggers and podcasters, and I can count the number of people I actually spoke to on my fingers. I have a personality custom made for the Internet.
To make up for my shortcomings, I’ll happily give a nod to any of my fellow conference attendees who drop me a note here or on 4marks or Facebook (If you can find me there, Bwah Ha Ha!). Along with her own blog, Angela also brought to my attention Rebecca Christian's blog, Catholic In Film School. Rebecca is a junior in college studying screenwriting and theology in Los Angeles. Best of wishes Rebecca, may you never make a film which ends up being reviewed here.
If there’s anybody else out there I didn’t speak to who’d like a mention, just let me know. Talk to… er, write to you later.
13 comments:
Hey! I didn't get to meet you either! You were even more elusive than Jeff Miller :)
"Hey! I didn't get to meet you either!"
Yeah, what was the deal with that? It's not like you had anything else to do that weekend :)
While I've got the chance, just let me say what an excellent job you and the rest of the ever-expanding Willits mob did putting that whole thing together. Even though I stuck to the shadows, be assured, it was a real blessing to me just to be there. Thanks.
I was pretty anonymous until I got up on stage. Oh well, like many class clowns I am more comfortable in a group then one on one. Though I do love talking to people so I must be gregariously shy.
See, I think I'm the opposite. I do okay one on one, but the more people you add the more manic I get. I usually just end up sounding like a jerk. That seems to work okay with the teenagers, but not so much with everyone else. Oh well, I've got a year to practice until the next conference.
Sally Fields in the rarely-seen martial arts action adventure spinoff of the Flying Nun: "Nunja!"
I'd watch that in a heartbeat!
Should've been "The Flying Nunja"! Darn my fallibility!
"When you can grab the rosary from my hand, Grasshopper, you will be ready!"
That's "Sister Grasshopper" to you!
. . . she spat, yanking it from the master's grasp. Then she proceeded to kick his gluteal region, with much and varied display of martial arts acumen.
Later that day, in the confessional...
Don't let him fool you. With all his Bwa-Ha-Ha's and social awkwardness tales...the guy can completely cause a scene in a mall when Madonna's version of Santa Baby is played. I think he screamed in terror so loud he gave some old lady a cardiac episode.
Then again...it could have been MY screaming in terror but I think he screamed just a little bit louder. Maybe I just choose to remember it differently. It's my way.
Bwa-ha-ha, indeed.
All true, Mr. Doob, but I was with you and you fall under the "known for over 20 years" clause. But even if you didn't, I think Santa Baby falls under justifiable... screamitude, or whatever.
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