And is it just me, or do many of them seem kind of…dickish? First, it was that all bloggers did was push gossip and innuendo. Now, it’s all about how all we did in Boston was provide coverage of who we saw and the celebrities we ran into. Both were (and are) grossly unfair overgeneralizations.
Let’s go to the tape!
– July 25 –
Well, I’m blogging from here as Matt Stoller metapictoblogs (Jesus, the words we come up with) me writing here. It’s strange to see these reporters up close, first thing. Many of them are much tinier than I thought – Wolf Blitzer is a short man.
– July 26 –
Okay, so as virtual nobodies, we’ve learned a valuable lesson. Knowing about parties does not garner you a way in to parties.
Perhaps the most important lesson of this convention, bar none. I really need to get in someone important’s pants by Tuesday in order to actually meet people – at this rate, I’m going to be reduced to hoping that someone shows up at one of the events I’ve already been invited to. I’ll even take a Utah Democrat, I swear!
This morning there was a blogger breakfast, one of the series of events that has been inexplicably dedicated to the awesome power of the blogger. Barack Obama and Howard Dean spoke (I even got to ask Howard a question, which I’ll get to later), as well as an AP reporter now blogging and one of Kerry’s old shipmates from Vietnam.
I’m just kind of spaced out now, but a few media impressions – Al Franken literally performs when he does his radio show, even with a media horde in front of him. Sean Hannity is a dick, but Jesus is he an ebullient dick – and he almost bumped into me, which might have started an incident. Actually, from an informal poll of bloggers, I really don’t think anyone would have thought that reflected poorly on me. Again, we’re excitable gossip-mongers, so take that as you will.
Apparently, there’s an interview set up with David Brock at some point – I’m also trying to get a few reporters and Democrats on the tip. There’s also some ruminations on the point of blogging at the convention, etc., but right now I just need to do this data dump.
– July 27 –
Besides Googling ourselves, the main activity of the day has been trying to set up interviews with people. I was on Michael Signorile’s show at about 3:15, and then tried to get over and meet with Ohio Rep. Marcy Kaptur. She didn’t show, nor did Gov. Ed Rendell of PA.
It’s the first “serious” day of the convention, with people showing up much earlier. So far, the list of pass-bys includes Bill Schneider, Jesse Jackson, Charlie Rangel, Sean Hannity (a-fucking-gain), Barack Obama, and Bob Graham. None of this really matters since we can’t actually get anyone to speak to us yet…but we’re working on it.
– July 29 –
The internet just erased my entire goddamn post on the party last night, but suffice to say that I left that party a virtual Goodwill store in footwear, because the shoes and socks were charmed off of everyone in that place.
Okay, I shouldn’t say that – I never got to talk to Eric Alterman, so I think I can rest assured he left the party with his tootsies covered and warm. Everyone else was rueing me…but in a genteel, appreciative way.
I’ll be on the Daily Show tomorrow, most likely, getting mocked by Ed Helms. That was my goal of the convention, and I accomplished it. It’s me complaining a bit about the DNC and getting access to people, and basically getting mocked for being a sexless nerd who’s not all that important.
In other words, I’ll be on the Daily Show. And I will probably look like shit. But I’ll have a lot of fun doing it.
Jesse’s coverage is all in that link, and it’s pretty bog standard. Not awful, but certainly too ordinary to justify a swipe at these RNC bloggers-to-be.