Sometimes I Really Am a Dumbass

Or the best laid plans of mice and men sometimes go awry…  however you want to look at it.

So there i am at the Bluegrass Leather Event ~ which was just lovely, btw ~ in my little green classroom, all ready to set up my laptop and my google hangout .  Suddenly, i have this awful, terrible, horrible thought.  

Wireless.

What if there’s no wireless?

Slowly, i open my computer and look.  Two wireless networks ~ both clearly belonging to nearby stores, both requiring a password.  Then some third thing pops up, no password, and i’m all excited for a minute, but it quickly becomes clear that it’s not a connection either.

After i try it thirty-five times ~ because really, it must work, right?  But no ~ i’m forced to accept the reality.  No wireless.  No internet.

Ah!  But my phone!! Thank goodness for data download, right??

So i reach into my trusty bag, which i’d just started using again after the trip to Very-Far-Away, and i pull out ~ a package of gum.  It’s shaped just like my cell phone, feels just like it from the outside of the bag, but actually it is NOT my cell phone at all.

Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck.

So there i was ~ no connection with youall at all.  And nothing i could do about it.  For all of you who were trying to join the hangout ~ i am so, so, so, so sorry.  i just totally blew it.

i did have three people come to the class on blogging, which was cool ~ but not anywhere near as cool as it was going to be when we could have chatted with youall too, and youall could have helped talk about what blogging’s like for you, and i could have shown them how to start up a blog on the computer, showed them some different types of blogs and ~~

yeah.

it pretty much sucked.

However ~ they were very nice, and didn’t realize what a pathetic watered down version of the class they were getting, so that was ok, i guess.  And i couldn’t worry about you all, because there just wasn’t a damn thing i could do about it.

Heavy sigh.

Didn’t even think to ask if there was wireless.  

Quelle dumbass i am.  {Sounds better in French, doesn’t it?}   Hmmm, really it would be “Quelle dumbass que je suis,” wouldn’t it?  Nice, that high school French coming back to me when i need it.

But now i need to go respond to the people who emailed me because they couldn’t find the link and apologize individually.   i’ll come back and tell you about the rest of the event later.