of Russians and robots
Jul. 9th, 2013 11:18 amHung out & socialized on Saturday night while the Siberian Siren did what she does so well, namely pick up women. She heard me tell a friend that she's the worst wingman on the planet by virtue of being crazy hot, but she made a good point: she provides entertainment that attracts other queer women with whom I can then chat. This has happened on multiple occasions.
On the way there, I was treated to half of a long, technical phone conversation about investing in real estate - in Russian, between the Siren and her father. She used English for several legal & technical terms, and at one point said, "Who cares?" Fascinating. If only her dad had known what she was wearing, where she was headed, and who was driving.
I did my trans support group facilitatrix thing at Lambert House last night. A question came up last night on which I have a strong opinion: to go "stealth" or come out? "Stealth" is a euphemism for "closeted" that's popular among trans people, in case you didn't get that. You know I come down heavily on the side of coming out, as long as it doesn't unduly endanger you or your livelihood. Naturally, I can't just say that to a teenager if I'm representing the house; it isn't my place to do so.
This week is Mozcon, an annual three-day confab about "inbound marketing" and how my company, Moz (formerly SEOMoz), can help you with it. My employer let me talk to customers, the fools. I behaved myself, of course, and I have to admit I've learned more about what customers want and Moz's many products in the last three days than in the preceding three months, easily. Yesterday morning I assisted with last-minute Javascript hacking for a demo that I have yet to use for real. This morning I hunted down a customer who fortunately dresses like a cowboy to give him the answer to a question that I didn't have when he talked to me yesterday. As a technical salesperson, I don't suck.
Speaking of Mozcon, its big party is tonight, and I scheduled a first date at the same time it begins because I didn't check my Google calendar first.
randomdreams, you better get to work on that neural interface.
On the way there, I was treated to half of a long, technical phone conversation about investing in real estate - in Russian, between the Siren and her father. She used English for several legal & technical terms, and at one point said, "Who cares?" Fascinating. If only her dad had known what she was wearing, where she was headed, and who was driving.
I did my trans support group facilitatrix thing at Lambert House last night. A question came up last night on which I have a strong opinion: to go "stealth" or come out? "Stealth" is a euphemism for "closeted" that's popular among trans people, in case you didn't get that. You know I come down heavily on the side of coming out, as long as it doesn't unduly endanger you or your livelihood. Naturally, I can't just say that to a teenager if I'm representing the house; it isn't my place to do so.
This week is Mozcon, an annual three-day confab about "inbound marketing" and how my company, Moz (formerly SEOMoz), can help you with it. My employer let me talk to customers
Speaking of Mozcon, its big party is tonight, and I scheduled a first date at the same time it begins because I didn't check my Google calendar first.
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