Jon Deal has the run of the joint while Loralee is at BlogHer.

For reasons which will become clear starting in the next paragraph, this will likely be the only guest post he ever does.

As we out here in the Internet hinterlands all know, BlogHer 2008 has commenced, or is about to commence and holy crap, the whole Internet (at least the “mommy blogger” subset of the Internet) will just NOT SHUT UP about BlogHer; we who remain behind in our hovels are stuck with more than a few ambivalent feelings.

The “I’m not going because…” sentiments can be categorized and classified as follows (really, in no particular order):

1. I’m not in that “in” crowd anyway.
2. Nobody likes me.
3. I hate everyone.
4. It’s in July and I molt in July. The BlogHer people KNOW this and yet they keep scheduling it in July year after year. There would be feathers everywhere. So embarrassing. It’s like they are out to get me.
5. I’m afraid I’ll meet and subsequently drool on a so-called “A-list” blogger I have been dying to meet even since I fired up a browser and pecked out my very first and truly lame post on that stupid blogspot.com site I used to do and then through a set of freak and frankly suspicious circumstances, death and destruction will rain down upon my whole family and we just had the floors re-done and you KNOW how death and destruction can simply RUIN hardwood floors.
6. I don’t have a thing to wear.

(Possibly #5 only applies to me. Your mileage may vary.)

BUT!

I am here to dispel those feelings of self-doubt and self-loathing. Well, the last one anyway. Seek therapy for the first three reasons, a competent medical professional for the fourth and thank your lucky stars you don’t have to deal with number five.

I noticed that a few days ago, a lot of people (women, duh) were drop dead panicked about “What do I wear to BlogHer? What are you wearing? Holy bean on a stick, SOMEONE PLEASE CLOTHE ME!”

So I sent this email to a few people. I share it with you now. Because that’s how I roll.

(And because Loralee told me to. And she scares me.)

Ladies…

Since I see from your twitter feeds and blog posts that you are all kind of freaking out about what to wear at BlogHer, I thought I’d set your minds at ease.

Here is a detailed list of the clothes I am packing, though not necessarily wearing while at BlogHer:

• Black short sleeved tee-shirts (one crew, one v-neck, they go with everything)
• Some handmade jewelry I bought from someone’s Etsy store
• This darling plaid skirt and oxford cloth shirt, even though the skirt makes my hips look huge and is way too preppy
• Jeans (2 pair)
• Floral skirt with matching pink stretchy, lycra blend tee. (Scarf to match)
• Sweatshirt/sweater that goes with all of the above (S.F. == cold sometimes, even in the summer)
• Strappy sandals for fashion during the conference and comfortable shoes for walking around the city (feet might get cold walking around)
• One black dress that can go casual or formal depending how I accessorize it.

Wait…

Something’s missing….

Oh, right!

I’m not going to BlogHer, and I am neither a woman nor a gay man who cares about wardrobe. (I keep forgetting!)

I’m just a boring old hetero man, who decided not to go to BlogHer this year, but will probably go next year.

But seriously… black tee shirts go with everything! Can’t miss! (So sayeth my wife, who has 14 million in her closet)

Have a fun time!

Jon “yeah, I’m a little jealous, I should have just gone, but I didn’t feel comfortable about being one ‘those’ guys at what essentially amounts to an all-female group hug” Deal

P.S. I used to live in the SF Bay Area. Take a sweater/sweatshirt/jacket. It can get mighty chilly in SF, even in July. Seriously, take something with long sleeves.

—jon

So there you go! There is NO reason not to go to BlogHer next year. Heck, you could probably still catch a plane and crash the party.

See you next year.

*Hello, my lovely readers. It’s Loralee. I’m having a wonderful time and hope to hop on here before the end of things (I will not drone on and one about the convention, worry not.)

This post made me snort so loudly my “Heavenly Bed” at the Westin is SHAKING. I heart Jon Deal with the power of a thousand burning suns. If you are not reading him you should be.

HOWEVER!!! Jon forgot to add his OTHER emailed BlogHer instructions, which were as follows:

“I am going to give you a list of people to make out with while you are at BlogHer.

(A chaste, friendly sort of make out session, of course, I’m a married man after all)

Here’s how it will go…

You walk up to the person (for example… Angela from Fluid Pudding

“Hi, Angela! I’m Loraleee, but that’s not important right now.”

“Hello, Loralee, nice to meet you. Why isn’t that important?”

“Because I’m here on a Mission, Angela from fluidpudding.com” [Don’t forget to CAPITALIZE the word Mission when you say that!]

“A Mission? Whatever do you mean by a Mission?”

“Put down that knitting and stand up, Angela. You have to be standing in order for this to work.” [Angela is one of those crazy knitter people, but I adore her anyway. (chastely, of course)]

Once she is standing up, start humping her leg and then scratch my URL on her arm and sing out “Jon from Ransom Note Typography thinks you are the bees knees!” Feel free to make up your own little tune to go along with this. Something in a bright major key, I think would work nicely. Practice something in B-flat on the plane, OK?

Thanks! And I’ll get you a full list of people whose legs you’ll be platonically humping before Wednesday.

Kisses,

Jon Deal”

Soooo worth mentioning, no?

BTW-I don’t kiss and tell, yo.

Heh.

** Jon here again. I feel I need to clarify that last email, which A) possibly should never have seen the light of day (*ahem*), and B) could be misconstrued as “that Jon fellow is über-weird with the leg humping talk. Make sure he never comes near me. I’m afraid he might want to make a skin suit out of me.” Where I come from the time honored “hump your leg greeting” doesn’t carry any sort of sexual connotation, I assure you. It’s just how we natives say, “Yo, dude, you are awesome! Want to go get a moon pie and hang out at the mall?” Plus, it’s not humping so much as it’s “knee bumping” on a grand scale. (Hence the “bees knees” comment.) It’s just a traditional greeting, I promise.

***We really need to stop meeting like this, Jon. People are going to start yelling, “GET A ROOM!” (hee.)

Dude, no one is going to think you’re a creepy guy, although it is sweet that you clarified.

AND I DID ASK YOU BEFORE POSTING IT. (While I just can’t be afraid of you after reading your post about being mistaken for your daughter’s MOTHER, I WOULD be afraid that there would be no more awesome blog lunches in the big city in the future if I hadn’t!!!)

*Edited to include a little slice of humble pie. Just in cased you still thought I was a bit too big for my britches after reading this.

Today’s topic: Jealousy in the blogosphere.

(Or envy, feeling left out, whatever emotion you want to add to it. I think it all falls under the same umbrella, I just chose jealousy because who didn’t love that song by The Gin Blossoms?)

I am not the first to write about this. I’m not the second, tenth or probably even the eleventyhundredth to type out my thoughts and feelings about blogging jealousy. I am also pretty damn sure that many people have written about it far more eloquently than I am about to.

Yesterday, I posted a link that I found via Megan the Beautiful (Otherwise known as Velveteen Mind). It really resonated with me because I could have written a lot of it myself. I found myself going back to check the comments (something I do not do very often simply because of time) because I wanted to see what other people had to say.

Then, I got a comment on this blog on my “Postsecret-esque” post that allowed anonymous comments in reference to the link. (And? I am so sorry I left that post up so long. My internet died for a couple of days and then it was the holidays. Still, holy cow you all are totally fascinating. It’s an illustration that we are all walking around with baggage that is unseen by most of the world. )

This comment was left by what I am assuming is a regular reader and I really wanted to address it because I have wanted to talk about blogging envy for some time and now seems as good a time as any.

Anonymous says:

I read your sidebar and the post that it was linked to and I had to comment here.I’m using a cloaker just to make sure you really don’t know who I am.

I hope this doesn’t come off as mean, but I am eaten alive by jealousy of your blog and other big bloggers. You have so many friends and so much traffic and I even though I check your blog almost obsessively, I also have so much envy that I am beginning to think it is unhealthy.

I try to comment on blogs and still only have a reader or two. You’ve never commented on my blog and while I understand that you have a lot going on, I still get hurt, but then I feel like a pouty kid on the school bus and am ashamed. I’m actually crying here. How stupid is that?

It seems like so many people I read have success after success while I try but seem to fail. I expect it from some of the snarkier bloggers. For instance, I’ve been trying to get Black Hockey Jesus to follow me on Twitter or his blog but I sort of expect the rejection there.

I can’t even seem to get the attention of the nice bloggers.

You aren’t the only one that I am talking about, but you are the place where I can vent this anonymously and get it off of my chest.

I really admire you and think that your blog is wonderful. I hope that this didn’t come off as too mean. I am just having a hard day.

Dear Anon, I wish you would email me privately. I would love to talk to you at length because I have been right where you are. No, this didn’t hurt my feelings at all. Don’t be afraid that I think you’re “Mean”. I don’t. I did something similar to my beloved Kerflop and am still amazed that she didn’t think I was the world’s biggest jerk. She was understanding about my naivety and was, and still is, all kinds of awesome.

There are a few salient points that I would like to talk about, if you don’t mind.

Having traffic doesn’t make feelings of inadequacy magically disappear.

I doubt that there are many bloggers out there that would label themselves as “Popular” and I certainly don’t classify myself as that. I AM very aware that I have awesome and loyal readers and commenters AND I AM SO DAMN GRATEFUL FOR IT LIKE YOU CANNOT BELIEVE, but it doesn’t mean that I am not critical about myself. On those down days when I over-analyze everything I start writing “The List” of things that are negative.

Wanna peek inside my feelings of inadequacy? Here you go:

I have never been asked to review one product, go on one paid trip, drive a car around, write for any kind of blog/newsgroup/blogging magazine or speak about blogging at any formal blogging function save the one where I was a total asshat and ended up saying someone was pretty much the equivilent of a dirty, urinal whore. (Good thing that just made me go up in her estimation, huh?) I am not a channel editor, award winner, nor do I even consider myself a good writer. I just count myself blessed that I have a quirky enough life/personality to have the following that I do because I use CAPS! EMOTICONS!! EXCLAMATION POINTS!!! And as my English major friends will attest, very inadequate grammar skills.

Book deals, Camp Baby, Feedburner buttons with subscriber numbers, Technorati rankings, television interviews, write ups in major newspapers, coveted guest postings, Stumble reviews, Twitter followers, convention speaking, and howmuchisyourblogfreakingworth, I could go on and on and ON about the things that I think I am inadequate at or have been excluded from that good friends have been privileged to enjoy. And it stings and sucks sometimes. I am so genuinely excited and thrilled because all of them truly deserve it, but (again) I am human and want to participate, too.

Last year when everyone was preparing to go to BlogHer 2007? Even though I was happy for those going I also wanted to make badges that said, “I’m NOT going to BlogHer 2007 and you all can just BITE ME!”

I hated that I wasn’t going and hated how jealous I felt of those who jetted off to Chicago. So, I made a plan. I worked and saved. I reached out to people that were going. I joined the BlogHer Network and have done everything I can to prepare. I am proud that I am going and it is a dream come true for me so I am writing about it. I know that this will probably hurt some that feel how I did last year, but I would hope that they would also be understanding about how hard I have worked to go and let me be excited and write about it. I wish I could take you all with me (although that would probably be uncomfortable for my very awesome roommates.)

Most bloggers have many more failures than successes. Also, don’t take it for granted that awesome things just “Happen” to bloggers. You may not know the full story.

I fail much more than I succeed. Look at the above section, for Pete’s sake. Not that I haven’t had some successes with blogging, I have. I would be sad if I hadn’t because I invest a crapload of time and energy into it.

I was written about in my local paper (No CNN or New York Times for certain) for making a blatant ripoff of Matt Harding’s Dancing Man video. I made an ass out of myself by dancing around Cache Valley. Weirdly, people loved it. Yes, I am the world’s WORST DANCER and yes, I misspelled “Blatant” in the opening credits. Awesome.

One awesome bloggity pal asked me to guest post in her stead (STILL one of my favorites, ever) and I’m listed on Alltop. Guess what, though? I wrote and asked to be considered. I wasn’t just noticed and thought the world of and included. I wish that was the case (and it was for MANY) but nope. Not me.

I wasn’t even formally invited to the Alltop/Kirtsy party being hosted during BlogHer and I’m on the freaking Alltop list! It’s embarrassing to admit but it’s the truth. I could have gotten hurt by it, but I just wrote and asked if I could crash and they were very lovely and said everyone was invited, so it is all good. I am going to go and have a wonderful time.

I get rejected all the time. Pointing to a specific example listed in the anonymous comment, Black Hockey Jesus does not reciprocate my following on Twitter, either. There could be loads of reasons for it and I could drive myself crazy at wondering why, so I just don’t. However, if you call him a little bitch he will apparently adore you, so you may want to give that a try. Heh. (Untwist the knickers, people. I’m quoting him.)

Bloggers are human. (Even the really popular ones.)

Everyone has the same 24 hours in a day to work with. Everyone has varying levels of time that they can put into blogging and despite the fact that you may read every syllable that a blogger publishes or even email them or tweet them to death, you can’t know the how’s or why’s that go into why or why not someone does or does not read you or comment on your blog.

I used to read and comment on the blogs of everyone who commented on Looney Tunes because at the time I was capable of managing it. I am sad that is no longer the case. I may and I may not read you. I can’t read everyone as much as I GENUINELY would love to, even if it was just to make everyone feel as happy as I do when someone reads me.

I think that I am like a lot of people who blog. I have different, mostly unknown, reasons why I read the blogs that I do. I also change them frequently and lurk much, much more than I used to. In fact, I am considering dumping the whole Google reader thing all together and starting off fresh. I don’t know. I have been thinking and pondering blogging balance and how to achieve it for a long time. I am not alone in this.

So much of it is just an issue of time. Truly. I have had to cut way back on my online stuff to tend to in my real life stuff. I am sorry if you feel neglected and I need to stress that I try my best. I am so bad at so many things like emails, comment response and even thanking people for the lovely things that they do and send me. Boo on me! Truly, though…I don’t mean to hurt anyone.

Every blogger out there was a “Newbie” once.

Not having readers can suck a duck. Some people really are fine with it and either turn off comments or just find an inner peace that they write for themselves. (I am not one of those people.) However, with some exceptions, pretty much all bloggers start at the same place. Where you have no readers except for a handful of people that you have to force/bribe/promise your firstborn to to get them to read your blog. I went months and months with my sister Linny and faithful friend, Karen as my only readers and commenters. Hell, even Dooce started out talking about a carton of Carnation milk and I am pretty sure that no one was clamoring to read THAT post when she hit the publish button.

It’s human to want to be noticed by people you admire.

I am not going to lie and pretend that I am not thrilled to my very tip tippie toes when a blogger I admire that has a big following actually notices that I exist. I wish that I could say that I am immune to it but I would totally be lying due to the fact that just this morning I ran in circles like a rabid dog on meth screeching, “She likes me! She likes me!!” when a huge blogger that I adore and thought maybe, MAYBE might have my name ring a bell when I tackled her at BlogHer and that want to totally make out with on a regular basis wrote me an email telling me that she loves my blog despite just being a lurker.

(She obviously doesn’t mind humungo run-on sentences and over abundant use of parenthesis.)

I realize this may look like bragging and I don’t mean it to be. I would not mention it at all except to illustrate the point that I can totally be a star-struck DORK when it comes to people whose work I admire. DON’T YOU ALL REMEMBER WHEN I TOUCHED AIR SUPPLY?????? I’m human, so shoot me.

All bloggers are not equal, despite what the fairytale says. You may never get to be one of the A-listers. And to survive and keep blogging you have to be ok with this to some degree.

The words and writings of some bloggers carry more weight in the blogosphere. That is just reality, friends. It doesn’t mean that as a person they are worth more than others, but I can’t make the blogging world into a Marxist fairytale where all bloggers have the same status.

There may not be a “CLUB” but there are bloggers that are DAMN AWESOME and they have buttloads of people who read them that think the same thing. To pretend that there are not “A-listers” out there is as stupid as thinking that they are all condesending writers that are incapable of paying attention to people that don’t have equal readerships. (Not to say that it doesn’t ever happen.)

There are ALSO some bigger blogs that are popular and I really have no idea WHY or HOW that happens. Hell, NO I am not going to link to them. For one, obviously some people love reading their stuff and I don’t want to insult someone’s taste and two, I do not have an internet-drama DEATH WISH.

This is just a reality that everyone has to come to grips with and to find a way to deal with it in their own way or you will make yourself miserable.

It will probably never be enough. At least some of the time.

Humans are not meant to be stagnant-very few can stay in one place without continuing to reach or strive to other levels. Blogging is no exception. If you have a 100 readers, at some point you will probably want 200. If you get 20 comments on a post you will aim to get 50. This is not a bad thing. Having goals is good. It makes people grow and succeed.

Like most things, just try to keep it in check because you also want to be happy where you are and have fun.

There is downside to popularity.

Your mother was right about that. With more traffic and exposure comes, well…More traffic and exposure. You have more obligations, more people to care about, to worry over, to email, to read, more haters, trolls, and people who can be so fugly and suckass in their comments it would make your eyes bleed and your skin fall off from the scathiness of them.

Your words can be mocked and patronized. You can make people so damn angry over the slightest comment or opinion. It can get ugly to the point that you are scared to write ANYTHING and agonize before hitting the publish button for fear of who you will piss off.

The bigger you are, the more weight your words carry and the ramifications of an opinion and how you state them can be effing HUGE. (NOPE. Not specifically TOUCHING THAT ONE. Enough has been said already eleventyBILLION times over.)

Friends and family can get hurt or irritated or angry and sometimes it can get to the point that you don’t recognize who you are writing about because you feel like you can’t write about ANYTHING for fear of fallout.

It isn’t fun. No, not at all.

Luckily, this isn’t constant and most people learn to suck it up and deal and create boundaries pretty damn fast about what they are comfortable writing about.

Still, be careful what you wish for.

At some point, Loralee will run out of finger strength,lose her balance and fall off the soap box, or just get to the damn point and finish this ass-long post, already.

The point of all this VERY LONG rambling is that we are all in this together and you aren’t alone. Everyone has jealousy. It is to what level you allow it to reach and what you do with it that matters. Just don’t let it get out of hand.Take action, do what you can to remedy the situation, talk to people about it! If you are having jealousy to the point of it really causing problems, that sucks. Mainly for you, because that is the person it will ultimately hurt the most.

“The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves.” -William Penn, Some Fruits of Solitude, 1693.

P.S. No matter how hard you try or want them to? Some people just AIN’T GONNA LIKE YOU. Sorry, but again, a reality you have to face. Just try to realize that is humanity and appreciate and love on the people that think the sun shines out of your ass, or if worse come to worse-that can tolerate speaking to you in five minute increments.

P.P.S. If none of the above advice works, just exclaim to the internet that you have magical boobies. Totally worked for me.

*In conjunction with today’s post on blogging jealousy, there is nothing quite like having your Technorati ranking plummet almost 200 points in ONE DAY.

Ouch.

Is it totally insane and unreasonable that I am freaking out about an event that is so far away on the calendar that I could almost gestate an entire human being in the amount of time between now and then?

I thought so.

Yet here I am doing that VERY thing, dammit.

I will just have to plead “BlogHer Newbie-itis” and hope you seasoned attendees forgive me.

First things first:

I cannot wait to go to BlogHer ‘08. I love San Fransisco and I am so excited for the classes and to meet bloggity people that I read and admire. I have so many things that I am hoping to learn. There could not be a more perfect theme for me. I know JACK about marketing myself or my blog so I am eager to gobble up every bit of knowledge I can get my hands on during my four days in San Fran.

I want to have a blast.

This whole experience is a pretty big deal to me, yet here I am with my application filled out and hesitating at hitting the “Submit” button. Reality is sinking in and part of me is thinking, “What the HELL are you doing, Loralee?”.

I didn’t feel like I was ready to attend last year. It was too big, I was too small and too “DUH”. I felt I needed one more year to prepare and feel adequate.

Thing is? I still don’t know if I feel adequate OR ready.

It may seem silly to some of you, but I feel a bit overwhelmed.

Due to confusion about room pricing I have to find a room, a roomie, and figure out just what the freak I am supposed to be registering for and not. I have NO idea which package would be the best experience for me. I’m not even sure how long to book a room for. When do most people arrive? When do they leave? When do they start breathing into paper bags while trying to figure all of this stuff out?

I have about a month to finalize and register, but all of the options are making my head spin a little bit.

The worst part?

I am just beginning to think of the million and one social ramifications of it all.

Like finding a (Somewhat) sane person that would be willing to sleep in a bed with me and that will (Possibly) see me naked at some point over the weekend. Hopefully, Jess can go. If not? I might a little bit screwed and have to miss the party altogether.

Then there is that whole pesky issue of wondering if I am way out of my league or if I will know anyone there or if three years of conference cliques will be impenetrable to a new person.

Will I make an ass out of myself?

Thank the Lord I don’t drink, but I CAN see myself being hickishly over-friendly! And Bubbly!! And like the clueless dork that runs around at the 10-year reunion telling girls that could give a rat’s ass about her that they should totally have a slumber party and braid each other’s hair!!!

Did I mention the pressure of speech?  The LOUD pressure of speech??

Arg.

Is all just too much of a headache to deal with?

You know where all of this is going.

You don’t? REALLY? Oh, come on, I am not that unpredictable, people! It’s going to the inevitable question, “Will anyone like me?”

Dude.

I have SO got to get a new question in my life. Or at least one that FIGHTS THE DAMN CLICHE..I’d settle for that. Maybe.

I could use some advice about the Whole Ball of Shenanigans that is BlogHer.

I have a feeling that in the end this is just going to take a big freaking leap of faith on my part. I need to stop being a big baby and scardy cat.

Sigh…

Fingers crossed, yo.