SXSW and fisting
Bloggers talk a lot of smack. It’s a good thing.
(Scene 1: The Omni Hotel bar. I really wish I remembered how the exact conversation went, but since I don’t remember, I’ll have to paraphase for comedic effect.)
Jared: You know what we need to spice up these conference panels? A secret word, like on Pee-Wee’s Playhouse.
Ernie: Yeah! And then everyone who is in on the joke could go absolutely apeshit. That would rock. But what should the word be?
Jared: I don’t know… how about “fisting?”(Scene 1b: Fast foward to the “Simplicity in Web Design” panel, the next morning.)
Kottke: Does anyone have any questions? You in the back.
Random person: Yes, I was wondering if you can tell the audience about user interface and information architecture and how it relates to… FISTING!!
(Everyone in the back row proceeds to scream and throw their folding chairs in the air, while the giant word “FISTING” flashes on the bottom of the screen)
(Incidentally, 1b is exaggerated. Just a teeny, tiny bit.)
(The scene: Lauren is getting her picture taken with John from CockyBastard. He is letting her wear his fuzzy uber-fabulous pink jacket. Ernie watches.)
Ernie: Look at you, Lil’ Kim.
Lauren: EEEEW! That is FUCKED UP! You’re just saying I look like Lil’ Kim because I’m a black woman.
Ernie: … with that fuzzy pink jacket on. Here, look at the picture.
Lauren: … Wow. I do look Lil’ Kim.
Ernie: Yeah, that’s RIGHT! Back to the bus you go, Rosa Parks!
(Ernie proceeds to get the living shit kicked out of him)
Oh God, I need to go on vacation again. Go look at Min Jung’s SXSW Gallery or something.
