In Diggnation

To answer your question: living the dream, that's where I've been. Thanks for your concern. I could have been dead people! A couple of times over that break it was actually the more likely outcome. And not one "hmm, why isn't Scott posting?" comment. Tish tish. Well, I've shed some distractions, and to fill that time guess what's back: blogging. (And a real website if I can ever get that goddamned thing off the ground.)

Since I had no requirement to blog, I found myself more busy than you'd think. Just living the jet-set geek lifestyle. For instance, last night: I decided to grace a filming of Diggnation here in St. Louis with my presence. (For the non-podcasters out there, that's an internet video show based on Digg.com. It's hosted by Kevin Rose and Alex Albrecht, who were on TechTV back in the glory days.)

Anyway, I look on Kevin Rose the way a Christian might look on Jesus. Or how a Scientologist might look at Tom Cruise. Or how a fat kid looks at pancakes. Because he's lived the ideal life¹, he's quickly developed a shit-ton of loyal followers, and he's yummy², respectively. What? I said it.

I'll not bore you with the details of the show, which you can watch at your own leisure this Sunday (and see me in the front row if they use the crowd footage.) Instead, here's a photo-essay of my night.

Kevin and I play catch, just like in my idle daydreaming³.

By which I mean he threw a shirt, and not only did I catch it, but I also took a picture of him throwing it. The irony here is that I botched my own reaction shot of me with the shirt. Damn you zoom.

Alex: Can I please just take a piss in here?
Scott: Pfft. Seriously, it's not like there's any girls here.

Now, I haven't mentioned that I got to chat with the Diggnation guys. But I did. And, not to brag, but earned a "lol" or two. Perhaps even a few "epic lulz." I even got to use a "buried as lame" joke.

How did I find them? I anticipated where they'd be using the time-honored technique of asking where the only bathroom is before the show, on-which they always complain about how bad they have to piss. Some people "follow the money," I follow the urine. To each his own.

Scott: By the way, where the shit is my Ctrl+Alt+Chicken?
Alex: We're workin' on it dude. We gotta bring it back.
Scott: Alright then, in that case you can take a picture of me.


Kevin: Holy shit, that's the Scott Gresham.
Scott: Yeah, yeah, keep your voice down.

I've framed the last photo. It's being transfered to canvas as an oil painting by Doc Hammer in April. He's dubbed it "A Meeting of Titans." A little ostentatious, but I'm not one to argue with art.

Tomorrow: my ride in the police car, my new quest/obsession, and my mysterious new nemesis.
- Scott

¹ I mean, besides the Dark Tips and Digg, he banged Lala! And Morgan Webb.
² What? That's a completely healthy, platonic assessment. I love women! Show me boobs!
³ Come on, that's not creepy.