See, the Merc was my best friend when they bought me a chai and sent me a get well card. But now, KATU tried to get me drunk and fed me really good food and gave me a Rockstar and a thumb drive.
OK, so I don't drink Rockstar because it's, like, made by this guy and his kid, plus also the caffeine messes with my heart meds. And I can't drink alcohol. And the thumb drive is only 128M and has a Fisher logo on it (I smell leftover sales gimme). There was, however, a nice M&M-encrusted chocolate bar that I split with Cablenut and the nutlings.
Still! Chai + get well card < shrimp + sushi + really good lemon bars + swag. Merc, you gotta step it up. The next media outlet that wants to be my new BFF, I suggest an interview during a foot massage. Plus also, tell me I'm pretty.
The blogger meetup was interesting. About a hundred of Portland's finest online scribblers were at the KATU studios being wined and buffeted for reasons that remain unclear to all of us--that was the number two question I heard asked besides "What's your blog?" (If you were there and missed me, I was the one tacky enough to wear my Cafepress T with my blog logo on it.)
The question I personally was asked the most was "So how does it feel to be behind enemy lines?" Guys, the stations are not my enemies. I may not be really popular in the management suites, but ND Don Pratt was professional and polite, and both Deb and Steve were gracious when I introduced myself. You guys are my friends, all of you. OK, most of you. Well, I'd like to stop ducking when I drive past a station.
It was great to meet some fellow bloggers, especially JD. What was funny is how the different blogging genres grouped together--the media bloggers in one knot, the knitting bloggers in another, the homebrewing bloggers in a third. The Metbloggers seemed to be the ones circulating the most. Fun night. Thanks, KATU!
Was Brian Berger walking around whining that nobody gives him credit for breaking news?