Sweet merciful Jesus. I think I believe now.
Right after the first breakout session at yesterday’s launch event, I noticed a few people walking around with the holy free software they lured me there with initially. Normally, they make you wait through the entire day before giving you the goods, knowing that most people would just split as soon as they get it.
So I grabbed mine. Then I split. Four hours ahead of schedule. Hot damn!
Not that I really despise these events all that much. I mean, they try their best with the material they have. It’s just that I can’t get that excited about this stuff. And six hours of listening to any sort of marketing schpiel is more than I can take.
But what can I do? About 95% of my income still comes from my day job, so I have to stay hip to the scene. At least until
- I stumble on a big fat bag of large, non sequential, unmarked bills.
- I discover I’m not actually the spawn of 86 consecutive generations of white trash, but instead a direct descendant of Frederick Stanley, 16th Earl of Derby (you know, the Cup guy).
- I get off my ass and start writing shit I can actually collect a check for more often instead of blogging and stalking other blogs.
- Some
idiotbrilliant stranger throws bags of money at me to keep blogging.
In the meantime, I’ll keep going to conferences to score free food, software, and, I guess, to keep my tech skills up-to-date.
Anyway, since I managed to get out of there before most people even found the free lunches, I decided to pack up my shit and head down to the Pike Place Market and watch ‘em throw some fishies around.
Sadly, I still wasn’t feeling 100%, so I didn’t get to stick around for long. I didn’t even feel up for popping into the Pike Brewing pub next door for a frosty glass of the ol’ Kilt Lifter. And when Our Hero isn’t up for a beer, you know something’s wrong.
UPDATE: Forgot to throw in more linky goodness to a couple pictures from the Market. I just threw them up at Flickr instead of posting them here. Because I’m lazy. In case you forgot.
