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Just Like A Phoenix November 11, 2012

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The other day I was driving home thinking “Why is twitter such an ass? I can’t possibly share all my thoughts in 140 characters. I mean, I can share a lot of them (which doesn’t really say a lot about how complex my thoughts are if most fit easily in one sentence) but sometimes, just sometimes I wish there was a way for me to share my thoughts that are LONGER than 140 characters. I get tired of using abbreviations and I’d rather lay on a dull, rusty sword than substitute the word ‘u’ for ‘you’. I fear sometimes my wit is lost in my attempt to live in a world where the horrifying 140 character limit is still the law. The teacher in me will not allow text type to become an integral part of my daily communication. BUT WHAT CAN I DO INSTEAD? Do I have another outlet? I suppose I could call people, but only weirdos talk on the phone anymore. I mean, it’s the 21st century. Phones are so archaic. Unless of course, you are talking to an elderly grandparent or you are using your phone to buy a sweater of a fox on it and then a phone is fucking brilliant and makes me feel like a super spy in a movie that will be critically panned but will become a box office hit. Because let’s face it, spy movies are always awesome. There’s drinking, gadgets and dudes in suits who run faster than a Republican to an anti-Obama event. I suppose I could demand in person visits with friends, but I’m not a monster and people like some notice. I could give them some notice but that would involve calling. I could text but I get sidetracked by emoticons and spend 45 minutes looking for the perfect image to capture how happy I am that Homeland is back on television. Can we just give Carrie  a damn medal already? And speaking of her- did she get paid for the stint she just did? I wonder how much former CIA officers get paid to go back into the field for one job. What was I thinking about? Oh yeah! Journalling? A possible outlet but my ego needs feedback. I could send a handwritten letter but what if it got intercepted? The last thing I need is a nosy mailman reading my deepest thoughts regarding nachos and Rachel Maddow. That would be embarrassing for everyone involved. Wait. I have a blog. That’s perfect!”

Seriously. That’s how it all went down.

In related news, hi. I’ve missed you.

Moving Day… April 22, 2012

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Because sometimes you need a fresh start. New blog is here!

Push March 4, 2012

Posted by brandy in can you tell I've been reading NO FEAR t-shirts?, i complain because I care, introspection sometimes causes me to drink, it happened this week, it makes sense to me, life lesson, oh look! i have opinions., right on my sleeve, soapbox, the J.O.B..

Say you are sitting in Starbucks and you see a woman with a stroller who is struggling to open the door.

You have a choice. Either return to your issue of Glamour newspaper while using your stealth peripheral vision to see who goes to help the woman or you go and hold the door open for the woman.

Say you decide to help the woman. Your morals, your belief in how to behave in any situation, requires you to act. She will say thank you, you will reply with “Oh, it’s no problem!” but inside you are secretly full of glee at having a captive audience of Starbucks drinkers notice your good deed. Coupled with an audience watching your moment of kindness is the inside standing ovation your heart gives itself when acting on your morals aligns with doing something that you know is kind.

Now pretend that the door was 20 pounds heavier. Or that opening it meant someone would be guaranteed your seat the second you left it. Or that before you could open the door, you had to fill out 3 forms and get consent from your boss. Or that you would be required to pay in order to open the door. Would you still do it? Would you hesitate? How far do your morals stretch?

This past week has been a defining week for me. In my passport of Life on the page titled “Discovered What’s Worth Fighting For”, I have gained a new stamp. I’ve traveled somewhere I’ve never been- truly fighting for something that I believe in and is worth risking my job and at times, the friendship of co-workers. I have sent dozens of emails, had countless meetings and have received more than one warning about “rocking the boat”.

But with every angry administrator, every co-worker who calls me naive, every hot tear I’ve shed after leaving another office after being told ‘no‘ yet again- I’ve found a community willing to help pay for students in my class to participate in a field trip that they can’t afford. I’ve received funds to use from both strangers and friends, but even more importantly- I’ve gained a greater insight into how kind people can be when given a chance. I’ve had co-workers walk up and give me $20 in the hallway and have received emails and donations from people all over the world just looking for an opportunity to align their morals with an act bigger than themselves.

So this is a thank you. For those who have spent the last week having to read each tweet regarding ski trips and frustration and tears and didn’t delete my ass. Who reminded me that my morals, my belief that school is a place for ALL students to experience amazing opportunities, regardless of financial status or personal background. And that when your morals leave you feeling alone, it’s always better to push forward towards those who are willing to support you rather than take a step back and give up on yourself and those you are fighting for.

I’m going to keep pushing forward, against what “has always been done” and what “everyone” wants. I’m going to keep pushing against the current of mediocrity and convenience. Rather than feeling exhausted, I feel like this is only just one of many battles I will wage and I’m prepared. As Malcom Muggeridge said “Only dead fish swim with the stream.”

My school cancelled the swimming lessons we usually take every May because they didn’t want to pay for the school bus transportation to and from the pool. I’ve decided we are going to go anyway.

I will keep you posted.

Why I Don’t Need Your Vote February 29, 2012

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38 days ago I entered an essay contest that asked me “How do you live life on your own terms?”.

38 days ago I sat down at my computer and wrote the hardest words I ever wrote.

38 days ago I told the story of the night I decided to finally end everything- including my life that felt too full with all the things I couldn’t handle, the feelings that were anything but good, feelings of suffocation and panic, regret and despair.

I wrote without stopping, editing or thinking. I wrote the night out exactly as I remembered it, gently peeling off the layers of time to recall a night that I had worked hard to get past.

And when I was done? I cried. Oh, I cried. But not with shame or with embarrassment or even with sadness over what had transpired and just how close I was that night, I cried because I realized how far I’d come. By pushing “send” and sharing my story that I had come further than I had ever imagined. I had gone from feeling helpless and without a voice to realizing my voice is how I can help.

It is a contest and there will be a winner. I’m not going to ask you for your vote. I would be a horrible politician. I’ve never managed to find a way to gracefully request someone chose my story over another, to pick the words I selected over the thoughtfully selected thoughts of a fellow writer. I would be thankful if you read what I wrote. I believe that the more people know about mental illness and how those who are going through it view themselves and the world is important. The stigma attached to mental illness will only disappear when we have more people willing to share their story.

I’m not going to ask for the votes of family or friends. There will be no mass email attached with a plea. Those closest to me have lived that night once and watched my fall into despair and I don’t think it’s fair to ask them to relive it.

I don’t need you to pick me. Because 38 days ago I cried with the realization that the only vote that matters is my own.

I picked myself that night.

And that’s the only vote that matters.

The 10 Project: AKA: I NEED YOUR HELP February 27, 2012

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I drove home today with fingers itching to type this post. Ahh, so this is what it’s like to be inspired!

On a recent road trip, I listened to The Five Secrets You Must Discover Before You Die (STAY WITH ME, NOW) and it blew my mind in the way that only having someone articulate the things you already believe deep down inside but don’t know how to say does. The secrets are based on interviews with people who were nominated all across Canada and the United States due to the wisdom, happiness and contentment they displayed to those around them. Sort of like the town Dali Lama, but with a job as a CEO, town barber or web designer. The author narrowed down thousands of people to hundreds and asked them the same questions. Then he distilled their answers and looked through each one to discover what they shared in common.

I LOVED this idea of gathering the ideas of lots of brilliant people and handing over the answers to my class to learn about the big ideas that come with being the best possible person you can. LOVED in the sort of way that I realized I needed to do something similar.  UM, LIKE RIGHT THIS DAMN SECOND. Because my life is filled with amazing, educated, kind, engaged individuals who have so much to share. And my students? They are delicate and fierce sponges ready to soak up every ounce of history, genius and life lessons they can get their hands on.

So this is where I need your help. Below are ten questions. Nominate someone you believe is wise, kind and brilliant by sharing this link with them and have them answer these questions (in an email to me) or if YOU believe you have a life worth sharing (and who doesn’t?) please answer these ten questions in an email form (brandyismagic@gmail.com) or if you want- *snail mail them to me (remember how exciting it was to get snail mail as a kid?).

There is a chance you are going to read these and think “THIS IS THE WORST MEME IN THE HISTORY OF MEMES”, but this isn’t a meme. This will be going to a ten year old who is brilliant beyond compare and who could learn even more from reading the ideas and lessons you share. It’s easy to forget how much you grow and learn and stretch as you age and how important sharing your lessons with someone else is. Help someone else be better. Stop pinning motivational words of wisdom on pinterest and act on them. THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO BE MODEST. Be brave. Be the kind of people we want children to be when they grow up. Share your accomplishments, relish in your best moments and be as honest as your heart allows.  Add anything that will illuminate why you are wise.

Me and my class, thank you for it.

1. Imagine you are introducing yourself at a dinner party. What are a few sentences you would use to describe yourself to everyone else?

2. How old are you and how old do you feel?

3. As you’ve gotten older, what have you realized doesn’t matter as much as you thought it did?

4. What is something you have learned matters more than you thought it did?

5. What do you wish someone would have told you when you were 10 years old?

6. When are you happiest?

7. What do you regret?

8. What was a turning point in your life? Did you ever a have a moment where you felt like you were at a crossroads and had a big choice to make? What was the choice and how did you decide?

9. Are you kind? How do you know?

10. What do you wish for still? How are you going to get it?

* Email me for my address! Please don’t be a serial killer.


“Lately, I feel too nice for the internet.” February 20, 2012

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The Secret Project….

1. I like Nickelback. I’ve never gotten why everyone thinks they’re THAT bad.

2.  Having something to actually be sad about would make admitting that I’m this sad and broken easier and I might actually try to seek help. But I fear that having something that sad and horrible happen would crush me into a thousand pieces and I would never recover, so every night I beg the universe that nothing any worse than what already exists happens, because I don’t think I could survive it. I’ve come to accept this ever-lasting emptiness because I’m afraid to admit I’m not perfect and am broken – and instead only dream dreams of far away happiness somehow returning to my life. I’m petrified I’m going to live like this forever, and hate myself more and more every day for being too scared to ask for help.

3. I daily think about how much happier I would be if I left everyone and started over somewhere new. Alone.

4. I had to leave twitter during the Super Bowl because of all the negativity towards Madonna. If you don’t like her, switch the channel! Jesus.

5. I don’t have a secret, I just want to be heard. I guess that is my secret?

6.  Being a conservative girl in a liberal blogging world is not fun at all. We may not agree on politics but I’m tired of reading tweets that imply I’m less smart for being a conservative.

7. I pretend to enjoy Downton Abbey because my boyfriend likes it. In truth, I’d rather be watching Big Bang.

8. I recently discovered I have a “frenemy” on the internet. And that she and her friends have meet ups where the talk about me. I’m 26 years old and suddenly I feel like I’m in high school again. To make matters worse, we share a lot of mutual friends (including the one who was at the most recent gathering and heard what the girls said). I’m not sure if I want to confront her or let it go. Either way, it makes me sad.

9. I’m pregnant for the first time!! (And I haven’t told anyone yet- even my husband but I’m too excited to not tell anyone! And I figure if you don’t include my name, it almost doesn’t count as sharing, right?!)

10. I’ve felt invisible lately. At work, at home, online… I’m not a very outgoing person but I do like to feel heard and lately I’m not sure why, I just feel like I’ve been lost in the shuffle of everyone. I know it’s up to me to make changes, I know that I have to put myself out there more, but I guess I just wanted to be a reminder to people that it’s not always the loudest voice that needs the reply. Sometimes it’s the quietest.

Happy *Galentine’s Day! February 13, 2012

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I am forever amazed at how fucking awesome the people I know are. I mean it. I’m not sure how I was able to cultivate friendships with such a talented, brilliant and gifted group of women but I am glad I did. My life is marked by the fingerprints these women leave, through their writing and word, kind acts and calls for action and I am better for it.

They are talented moms and friends, wives and daughters, runners and photographers, big idea people and get it done people. They are the women who write essays that can leave me aching for more words, design websites that leave me swooning and manifestos that re-wire my brain. They are the women who challenge me to be better, who add sparkle to the internet, to life– not through gimmicks or games but by diving headfirst into their passions and being brave enough to share their lives with us. This is my valentine to the women who sparkle.

Adele– Have you heard of her? No? Okay, talk to me when you’ve come out of the cave. (She may not realize we are friends yet– but after she hears how I sing “Set Fire To The Rain”, we are obviously going to be exchanging BFF bracelets).

Amber– Besides sharing the dream to one day own a cuddling zoo for all the adorable animals and if you forget that she’s one of the rare writers that can leave me thinking on a post for days, just know this: Amber is the person who will see you and give you a hug the second she meets you. For the first time. When a roomful of people just stare at you, she will reach over, introduce herself and give you the kind of hug you haven’t got from anyone in a long time. She’s that person. I wish there were more of her.

Andrea– Um, I adore this woman. She combines the best of wit and heart on her blog (IF YOU ARE NOT READING HER BACHELOR POSTS, TWO WORDS: FRIENDS OFF). When I’m having a tornado hate day or the sads start creeping in or I am having a “WHAT THE HELL IS EVERYTHING IN THIS WORLD SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT?” Lifetime movie-esque breakdown, I re-read the manifesto she wrote on her blog and feel the kind of reassurance you last felt when you were 7 years old and your mom assured you that the Tooth Fairy wasn’t going to steal your shit. Andrea is basically the kind of person you want to be. See also: the prettiest hair.

Bri– Bri is a young new mom and wife who is balancing everything with a level of grace that I admire. Her love for her son, Miles (ONE OF THE CUTEST BABIES EVER), is palpable and I smile anytime she *writes about him. And when she’s nervous? She writes about it. When she’s happy? You know. Her blog is nothing less than an amazing dive into her life that she shares with two adorable dudes. Bri is just that woman you want to be friends with. The. End. (I also realized I “like” every photo that she posts of him, which sort of looks creepy when you look at my “photos you’ve liked” section and it’s all pictures of Andrea’s hair and Miles with the cheeks!)

Dowager Countess of Grantham– You better know who she is.

Erin– Last weekend I napped with my dog and sorted socks. Obviously sorting socks is exhausting, which required another nap. While I was busy trying to squeeze in a yawn between the napping and sock sorting, Erin ran 126.2 miles with a team of girls. Sorry, didn’t catch that? I SAID SHE RAN ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX POINT TWO MILES. I don’t even know how to muster that kind of strength from inside and Erin did it. Her positive attitude, her will to achieve great things through dedication and skill inspire me.

Hillary–  Hillary is one of my favourites. She’s beyond dedicated to her adorable baby (In my dream world, I imagine than Grady and Bri’s baby are neighbours and grow up to be best friends. That’s weird right? Right. It’s just they both look so cute and happy, I just like the idea of them finding each other, you know? ANYWAY) and she’s back at work doing an amazing job. I have no idea how she handles it all, but she does. She does it every damn day and I’m in awe. I wish we lived closer because I want to hug the crap out of her.

Katelin– Few people reach the level of awesome that this woman has reached. A happily married, hard working lady who routinely kicks my ass in Words With Friends. Katelin is just one of those people I think it would be impossible to stay grumpy around. Last year in Vegas, she was one of those people I always felt I could just start a conversation with and later, she and I created epic moves on the dance floor that I can’t wait to re-enact this year. If you don’t have Katelin in your life, make some changes. I adore the hell out of her.

Laura– My love for this girl is ridiculous. Just click her name to see what kind of change one person can make in the world. Laura takes all the ideas we have after watching old Oprah episodes about Being Kind and CHANGING THE WORLD and actually acts on them. She’s inspired over 1,800 people to join her cause and create kindness. 1,800. Amazing. AMAZING.

Nicole–  A tornado of energy, a life force that has immersed herself in living an authentic life. She doesn’t describe herself that way, that would a) be weird and b) maybe a bit douchey to talk in third person?- but when you spend time on her blog, you can feel it. She radiates the DO ALL THE THINGS AND EVERYTHING CAN BE AMAZING IF YOU WORK YOUR ASS OFF feeling. She organizes blogger multi-day meetups and took up running with a fierce determination last shown on the face of Lance Armstrong in old Nike commercials. She’s the person that you want to spend time with at a party because you know that’s where you are going to see something you’ve never saw before, have a conversation that will stick with you or eat some goddamn good food because the girl has an amazing new food site. Any of those are an automatic win.

Renee– Listen. I’m not going to go all “I’m so crazy smart because I read all the time and did I ever tell you I was the youngest person to teach at the college”, because that would a) be annoying and b) a tiny bit misleading since I only taught Intro To Drama which consisted of me instructing 40 year olds to pretend they were ANGER. The point is, I actually consider myself to be smart. Unless I’m around Renee. And then I quiver, shake and turn into a starry-eyed school girl who wants nothing more than to follow Renee around and ask her opinion on EVERYTHING because the girl is wicked smart. And smart with the facts to back it up. Her views on the treatment of women in media prompted me to re-think everything, including Superbowl commercials. I feel smarter after reading her tweets and blog posts. How many people can you say that about?

Shaba– This girl is the one who deals with my emails that all start with “I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON” or “I HAVE A CONFESSION”. Basically, she’s like my parole officer or the Fred to my Barney. She asks me questions no one else does and has the guts to say the things that no one else will say. And I love her for it. Besides that, her emails are also often the best part of my day. The girl can describe an outfit in ways that would put Anna Wintour to shame. Love doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about this woman.

That’s only the beginning of what would be a very long list. I am ridiculously grateful for what each of these ladies has brought to my life and I am even more grateful that there are so many MORE who I could easy add to this post. Damn, I love the world right now.

Celebrate Galentine’s Day by letting me know- who are the women who add sparkle to your life? 


* google it.

The C Word Strikes Again February 8, 2012

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I admit it.

Sometimes when I’m on twitter casually trying to drum up sympathy for my current PINK EYE situation or trying to find someone who has watched the latest Downton Abbey episode and wants to talk about THE CREEPY PATRICK (real? not real?), I will read a tweet about cancer and feel nothing less than a semi truck slam against my insides.

As everyone who has been touched by cancer knows- (is there anyone who hasn’t at this point?) the soul crushing feelings that accompany the word cancer, never leave. You just find new ways to deal with it all.

One of my blog readers (and just a fantastic girl in general- hi Jamie!) asked me to share a link to her cousin Terri’s website, in hopes of raising awareness. Over Christmas, Terri was diagnosed with Stage IV breast cancer.  After reading her posts, I had to share the link. Terri recently cut her hair- an issue that can cause many women in her position to feel understandably down or angry. Terri remained upbeat, sounded positive and presented the idea to her young daughter as a “hair cutting party”. What a wonderful role model.

Her is the link to her site, please if possible leave a few words for someone who is facing a battle that requires all the courage and strength one can muster- from both familiar faces and those kind strangers on the internet. If you are able to donate, here is the link to that site as well.

Obviously, the idea of harnessing the magical power of the internet is one I am familiar with, having done it myself in the past. The events that have happened since I did reached out, have been some of the greatest and most challenging of my life. And the battle still continues. But everyday I feel low I think of just the amazing, uninhibited out reach of support and I feel a level of gratefulness that leaves me almost in tears. Which is why I shared this post. If you did it for me, please think about doing it again for someone in need.


xo gossip girl

On Being Yourself And Other Bullshit That Seriously Makes Sense February 5, 2012

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Last year I went to BiSC (check the previous post if you don’t know what this. And no, this isn’t going to be another plea for me to get my ticket paid for. ALTHOUGH I’D REALLY LIKE IT IF I WON THAT CONTEST) and I admit- I did something for that trip I never thought I’d do.

And up until this second, I have never told anyone.

When I went to Vegas, I went with hair extensions.

And right now you are all- eye rolling and saying “girl, please. I thought you were going to give up something juicy like you got your lady parts groomed in the shape of a hashtag” but if you break it down- hashtagging yourself or hair extensions are both 100% awesome if you do it for yourself. I didn’t. I did it because I had this idea in my head that I would look so much more glamorous and ten thousand times more sophisticated.

The truth is, it was a disaster. What no one tells you about extensions is that they are a lot of work. And unless you are very artful with your updos- putting your hair up is pretty much just saying ‘hey! come check out the strip where the hair not belonging to me is sewn into my scalp!”. So I went to Vegas fully expecting to rock a gorgeous mane of flowing locks similar to a television shampoo model and I ended up with frizzy hair, that hung to my head like damp, dead golden cocker spaniel. And because the salon mentioned that I shouldn’t get my hair wet (unless I was showering), I forfeited any time in the pool. Instead, I sat on a lounge chair with my damp, synthetic mane clinging to my back while trying to avoid any possible head wind.  You can imagine how glamorous I looked rocking the dead synthetic dog hairstyle and treating each gust of wind like it was the prelude to a nuclear attack.

The sad part is, the extensions didn’t even make my hair that much longer. It was more the idea of them. I thought I had pulled it off (despite my lack of pool time and my insistence to wear my hair down every day of the trip), until it was photo time one night and I caught Kelly gingerly ‘readjusting’ my hair. We never really spoke about it but her facial expression said ” THERE IS SOMETHING UP WITH YOUR HAIR AND I JUST MET YOU SO I DON’T WANT TO SAY ANYTHING. BUT THERE IS REALLY SOMETHING UP WITH YOUR HAIR.” (I love you, Kelly.)

The point of me sharing this deeply hidden secret is that I spent a lot of time on that amazing trip thinking about fake hair.

Just let that sentence sink in for a bit.

Here I was in  Vegas, meeting ALL OF THE LOVELY PEOPLE and I was worried that my hair would come off with a hug or that my poor roommate would be forced to see the horror and tell tale sign of my extensions with the dreaded EXTENSION SHOW (I’m not even going to link you to a whole gallery of Britney extension shows. It’s too tragic for the internet). I can’t calculate on what I missed out on because I was focused on modeling luxurious model hair. I will tell you that if you are thinking about your own hair when you are excitedly hugging someone you’ve been dying to meet for the first time, chances are- you sort of screwed yourself.

So I’m off the extensions. I’m also off the friendships that look good on paper but require more work and effort than a 80 mile marathon. I’ve stopped giving reasons for my feelings- I do not need to validate how I feel by sharing examples or elaborating. I’m off giving a single damn about weight loss or weight gain. I have embraced my love for staying in on Saturday nights and no longer act like I’m uncool for relishing this time at home. I refuse to apologize for a single song on my ipod and I’m working on curbing my tendency to apologize for events out of my control. I will fully admit that being 30 years old is absolutely wonderful. And as much as I want to, I don’t remember to floss everyday. I am starting to like yoga but my favourite workout will always be dodgeball. I believe in equality and powerful women and still watch EVERY FRANCHISE OF THE REAL HOUSEWIVES.

I’m off the idea that I need to try to become anything other than the best version of myself.

Which? In my old world of wearing fake hair to look glamorous to others, takes the pressure off.

Especially when I look in the mirror and am happy with the (extension free) version of me that I currently am.

Free things, balloon hats & a topless Morgan Freeman January 22, 2012

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BiSC. Heard of it?

I had the term written on my calendar at work and one of my students asked if BiSC stood for “Betcha I’m So Cool”. I almost agreed, because yes- that phrase definitely fits.

If you are out of the loop, BiSC actually stands for “Bloggers in Sin City”. Last year on a whim, I signed up to go to Vegas and spent 4 days with some of the most thoughtful, amazing and hilarious people on the planet.  Who just happened to be bloggers. I wore a balloon hat for 7 hours straight, there was a band created named “Fanning the Slash”- complete with dance moves, I watched sock puppets have oral sex and there were a lot of boobs flashed. I also saw men in thongs, bought my first tiger shirt and saw a vibrator called “The Tongue” that’s still giving me bad dreams.

The bloggers I met (and subsequently fell in love with) are talented, opinionated, thoughtful, kind, hilarious and ridiculously sexy. Between the dance parties, gondola rides and brunches- there were surprise bachelorette parties and deep talks about relationships and love sandwiched in between discussions about Kim Kardashian’s wardrobe.  Because blogging is so personal- the people I met already knew so much about me, and I knew so much about them. There was no small talk needed to introduce ourselves, everyone jumped in and within days we were the kind of friends you share gondola rides with and see you without makeup after a long night of whiskey shots.

When you tell people you blog, it’s hard for some people to understand what that means. People assume it means I spend my days talking code or discussing my favourite Sims character while laughing at binary jokes. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that). Or, there’s sometimes the notion that bloggers are anti-social, preferring online communities rather than in person experiences. Nothing could be further from the truth. Which is why I signed up again.

BiSC and Paper’d (the prettiest wallpaper app I have ever saw) have  decided to make an already incredible experience even better. One lucky attendee of this years event will get their registration PAID FOR.  It’s a ridiculously amazing giveaway that I’m entering by writing this post. And since my airfare will cost me double what my registration will, LET US ALL PRAY THAT I WIN BECAUSE MAMMA, TRAVELING FROM CANADA IS EXPENSIVE.

I’d tell you to go over to the website and sign up, but I can’t. Because it’s sold out. So go over and get on a waiting list because I swear on balloon hats and my West Wing DVD collection, BiSC is the kind of amazing you will always remember.

(If you are waiting for a topless Morgan Freeman picture since I reference him in the title, you are a pervert.)