My People: A Review

So its only taken me, what, A MONTH to get up a few of these SXSW shots? Uhh... I've been busy? With umm things? And stuff? Right?

Anyway, I just happened to stumble across these pictures from the conference this morning, and they kind of made me all warm and squishy feeling inside, because in all seriousness these are some of my favoritest people in the whole wide world, and just gazing upon their silly, happy, photo-mugging faces today somehow made everything just a little bit better in my neck of the woods.

Too bad they were such pains in the fucking ass to be around in-person. I mean, they like totally harshed my gnarly interactive geektastic and webilicious conference buzz. snort.

So, umm, here ya go. Pitchers and stuff. Enjoy.

At ten o'clock, you all die.

Delicious, lemon-flavored Marrit

Loverly Asha

Pretty much resigned to our fate at this point

Danny. Always a gentleman.

Heh. Seymour Butts. Heh.

Feisty. I like that.

You're a supahstah...


Yes, that's what you are!


Ahh, there's my girl.

Seriously, you guys? I think we ARE going to die.

Memreeeees, like the dustbunny-laden corners of my mind, yada yada.

PS: Maybe someday they'll FINALLY get up the stupid podcast of our stupid panel [shakes fist at stupid defunct conference], so you can hear what my voice trembling in abject terror sounds like. FUN! I'll keep you posted.

Comments

[ozma]

Thanks for not calling them your peoples.

[joy]

amalah looks bitchin'
danny looks just he does in my imagination--working that prepubescent boy angle.
(love).

[Pendullum]

I am so bloody jealous!!!

[Isabel]

Just gotta rub all the good times in our faces don't you?!

(my fingers always want to type "feces" instead of "faces". I'm cool like that.)