Archive for July, 2009

Repost: Sanderson learns about bunny boilers

July 31, 2009

(Reposted only b/c it’s the BEST conversation I’ve ever had & I just talked to Sanderson, thusly was reminded of it…)

Kate: Well, Sanderson, if she becomes at total “bunny boiler” then you can say I told you so.

Sanderson: Bunny boiler? What the fuck do you mean?

Kate: Really? You’ve never heard that?

Sanderson: No.

Kate: Google it.

Sanderson: OH MY GOD.

Kate: *laughing*

Sanderson: No, really… NO! Really? She boils the daugheter’s rabbit?

Kate: *laughs harder*

Sanderson: No, this is not good… wait, why are you laughing? I never saw Fatal Attraction!!

Kate: *laughs so hard she can’t breath*

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Good things from around the ‘Net…

July 30, 2009

Strangely, I don’t have much to say today.  I’m really behind right now – still need to watch Safety Geeks so I can complete my interview with Britteny Powell – need to plan my interview with Kambri Crews for “Women to Watch.”  Need to watch Cigarette Girl so I can chat intelligentally about it with the director, Mike McCarthy (for “Men We Love.”)  Also need to get the first DIY Diva column for BAS’s GD Website done so it can run next Friday.  Bizzay and totally unmotivated don’t mix.

Here is a list of shit from around the ‘Net I like at the moment.  Enjoy.

And, now a note from Ms. Manners… play nice in the sandbox w/the pr hacks & brand ambassadors.

July 29, 2009

I missed BlogHer ’09 in Chicago last weekend.  This is an event I’ve been trying to work my schedule so that I could attend since 2006.

Though, there are some less than favorable reports coming in via the innerwebs about the behavior of people attending BlogHer this year; so I’m wondering if I a.) missed a good opportunity to do a story about people behaving badly, or b.) missed a conference where I would have been tearing my hair out due to witnessing people behaving like entitled jerks.

The main crux of the unfavorable reporting is surrounding people’s reactions to the higher level of marketers and sponsors at this year’s conference.  Big con’s like this are very expensive; and, of course Elisa, Lisa and Jory use companies who want their brands in front of the many, many blogger eyes attending to fund the conference.

And, honestly, the bloggers want those brand placements, too; because, securing sponsors/advertisment placements are the only real ways other than merchandise or pay-per-click services in that you can monetize a blog.

Blogging doesn’t pay the big bucks, people… well, unless you’re Perez Hilton or TMZ.com or Gawker.

Last weekend, while I was at CCI in San Diego, I jokingly taunted someone with the words “dude, don’t piss me off – just remember I’ve got the power of the blog.”

I was totally joking, of course; and, the person I was talking to knew that.  Blogs, while they can be powerful forces for good, are still pretty low down on the media totem pole.  Blogging is still kind of looked at as the bastard child of legitimate journalism to some degree – just look at how hard we have to work to chase down stories. Read the rest of this entry »

OH NOES!

July 28, 2009
Okay NOW I has lulz... for real.

Okay NOW I has lulz... for real.

Couldn’t happen to a nicer group of people.

Karma, she’s a bitch… (AT&T blocks /b/tards.)

July 27, 2009

Oh lookie lookie what I missed while I was running after David Tennant at Comic Con!

AT&T Blocks 4Chan, Stirs Internet Hornet’s Nest

Apparently the /b/tards are FUH-REAKING out about this.  I can’t understand why.  Seriously, someone-somewhere had to understand that the level of fuschnickens that goes on on 4Chan was going to attract the attention of any multitude of large corporations who might BLOCK the Chan due to questionable content.

Also it’s hella stupid to talk loudly and openly about organizing and participating in DoS attacks on other sites.

*snicker*

I wanna hear what “Moot” has to say about all this.  Srsly — Moot — if you’re Googling your own press coverage at this point, give me a shout and an interview about what’s going on.  I won’t trash y’all – I promise – I actuall think Channers can be kind of clever (albeit annoying.)

That would be an interview to add to the press clips book.

/blog post due to boarding flight to SFO

Exclusive: I interviewed Jonathan Ross…

July 26, 2009

I just met awesome BBC presenter, Jonathan Ross and his two lovely daughters coming out of the Doctor Who panel.  He was nice enough to stop and chat with me about Doctor Who.  Here’s the exclusive interview on BitchBuzz (you want to go there b/c there’s a HAWT special photo of David Tennant that Jonathan Ross sent only to me!)

Jonathan Ross = AWESOME!

Jonathan Ross = AWESOME!

I met Russell T. Davies!

July 25, 2009

I hate pictures of myself; but, here is one worth posting:

What was Russell saying?  "Kate that man almost walked in front of your picture!"

What was Russell saying? "Kate that man almost walked in front of your picture!"

Right now I’m up in the press room transcribing my awesome interview with Hope Larson.  I’m hitting her spotlight later this afternoon to get more for my Women to Watch series (Hope’s interview will probably run next week on BitchBuzz.)

Part one of two of my interview with Janina Gavankar is up today on BitchBuzz.  Please check it out and retweet it if you are so inclined!

Embracing you… Live from Comic Con

July 24, 2009
Can we say "Cheese," chan?

Can we say "Cheese," chan?

So I was traipsing about the floor of Comic Con yesterday with Janina Gavankar and I had an op to meet the CEO of deviantART, Angelo Sotira.  I happen to love deviantART, I think that some of the art posted on that site is genius; and, I’ve bought more than one piece of art hanging in my apartment from a “unknown” artist I’ve found on the site and emailed for info on getting prints, etc.

I do not – however – have a profile on deviantART.  It’s a little too close to the enemy, if you know what I mean, as *cough4Chancough* likes to claim credit for or that they “rule the school” on the DA forums.

(Incidentally, Angelo thinks that’s pretty funneh guys, you know – given that he’s CEO of that company…)

ANYHOW: I explained this to AS when he asked me if I was on deviantART; and, he told me that I should “embrace the shit.”  That trolling the trolls is one of the fun privileges that innerweb professionals have.  I told him that I would really like to do that – that I’m all about a good online smackdown – but, that my editor at BB kind of asked me to cool it on the poking with a pointy the trolls after the whole OKCupid bullshit.  (If you don’t know and are interested it’s detailed in HI-LARIOUS objectivity on my Encyclopedia Dramatica page.)  I told him that I had a hard enough time keeping up with the updates to my ED page.

Sez Angelo, “OMG! I LOVE Encylopedia Dramatica – it’s such purile bullshit!”

Truer words, Angelo – truer words…

Back to galavanting around Comic Con with badass geek girl, Janina Gavankar (better known as Papi on The L-Word.)  I have to say that I really love it when I meet people who my geek guy friends (or “grrlfriends”) have fanboy or fangrrl crushes on and discover them to be down to Earth, approachable, funny and cool.  JG is all that AND an unabashed fangirl, herself.  We spent two hours wandering around and chatting for my Women to Watch column on BitchBuzz.com (launching TODAY, peeps!)  She was very very generous with her time and also with pointing me at other interesting people I could interview at the Con and beyond.

I’m trying to hook her up with XXX so she can hit up *THATVIDEOGAMECO* when she’s in SF next week to pursue her dream of being a leading voice in a video game.

She may have also incited a Tweetwar (TM – Kate Kotler) betwixt myself and a well known Daily Show corospondent.  UH-OH!  You know I couldn’t stay out of trouble while here in SD, didntcha?

Hilarious as I was leaving the con center in search of beer last night I stumbled across the Scientology Anon protesters.  You know, for anonymous people they stick out in a crowd like a sore thumb…  Totes cool, though, good to see their presence at this important geeky event.

Crazy day yesterday.  Bound to be crazier today.  It’s Star Wars day at SDCC.  SNAP!

(You can follow my live Comic Con coverage on Twitter @adorkablegrrl or #BitchBuzz or #PPLH8K8)

Oh man… and nao I has lulz.

July 23, 2009

Keith Olbermann posted this!

Keith Olbermann posted this!

Iz an innerwebs whooar. I figured out anytime I say “4Chan” that my metrics jump through the roof regardless of what else I say. Dance for me, puppets! Improve my Google ranking! DANCE I SAY!

Though, this picture? F-U-N-N-Y! BillO calling the Chan a “far left website” almost — just almost — makes me love them. The Chan that is.

/head desk due to side splitting laughter.

La, la, la… LAX

July 23, 2009

Sitting in an airport bar at LAX waiting for my connecting flight to San Diego, where I am headed to cover the 40th International Comic Con.  I have a glass of crazily cheap (tasting, expensive in monetary value – I am in an airport bar) wine.  The bar has WiFi and I am refreshing Facebook and Twitter while listening to someone on CNN talk to pundits of the African American community about Professor Gates‘ bogus arrest last Thursday as the lead-in to President Obama’s prime time news conference in which he’s expected to talking about his healthcare plan.

In that I am not going to miss an important news event, I am glad that I have a two hour layover before my connecting flight leaves for San Diego.  Though I do find it ironic that I am in an airport bar at LAX watching CNN as important news breaks across a television screen.  It occurs to me that pretty much any time that anyone says LAX to me, my stomach drops into my shoes, and a cold sweat begins to form on my face.

You see: I used to live in Los Angeles.  It was a short, ill advised attempt to follow my dreams of being a “working actor” further than just being a “working actor” to being a “working actor in Hollyweird.”

It shouldn’t be shocking that Hollyweird and I didn’t quite mix.

Met a lot of great people when I lived in LA – many of whom I am still in touch with today (hey B. Leigh, hey Brett, hey Erin!)  Had a lot of grand adventures.  But, surely, when my time was over in La-la, I was all but too ready to get the fuck out of Dodge.

Let me ‘splain: The last time I was at LAX was on September 10, 2001.  A few short hours before people in New York were treated to the vision of hell on earth as planes smashed into the sky and budget reports and office supplies mixed with ashes fell to the ground like snow.  A breath of a moment before everyone’s definitions of what could and couldn’t happen in America changed forever and always on a sunny September morning, I was…

Sitting in the parking lot of LAX waiting to pick up my friend Brett.

He arrived on a redeye from Detroit around 2am PST and I drove him home to his apartment in Burbank and then drove myself home to my apartment a few blocks from his.  The next morning my phone exploded in a series of panicked phone calls from the East coast.  The next day I felt as scared and hopeless as a little kid seperated from her parents in an oppressive crowd at a carnival.

I tried to drive out of LA that day — I was hot tailing it to Ohio by way of Vegas on the 15 with all my worldly property in the trunk of my Toyota — I was stopped well before the California border at an imprompteau checkpoint and turned back to LA.  I accepted defeat and stopped at a Sonic on my way back to pick up burgers for myself and B. Leigh.  I camped out for hours on her couch, watching CNN, holding hands – even letting her stinky illegal pets that give me the willies lick my toes.  Sometime before dawn I drove my weary self back to my one room apartment where I tearfully called my Mom in Ohio and told her how scared I was and how much I wanted to come home.

She – being the eternal, tough Mommaship – reminded me that I was fine, everyone we knew was fine (I was to find out that wasn’t true later) and that I should just stick it out in LA, that everything was going to be fine.  I marveled at her ability to be optimistic and strong; and, wished myself more like her before I hung up amongst many “I love you’s.”   A couple months later she confided to me from a hospital bed as I sat next to her watching her recover from surgery (that in of itself scared me more than 9/11, to be honest) that she had not been fine at all and had grappled with the urge to drive to me right away after hearing the fear in my voice — for what, who knows — whatever it is a Mom does best: hold me, tell me everything would be okay, make grilled cheese sandwiches and put bandaids on the boo-boos after scaring the boogey men out of my closet.

The fear didn’t abate, I’m sure I’m not alone there.

A half a month later when my friend Heather came to visit in LA I couldn’t get within five miles of LAX in my car.  I had to meet her at a militaristic outposting somewhere in the Westchester neighborhood of southwestern LA, THEN take a bus back to where I’d parked.

When I left LA it was by car – with Heather in the passenger seat – headed to New Orleans.  I got three speeding tickets and was picked up by a Nevada State Trooper (picked up as in “hit on,” not picked up as in “arrested.”)  We sang show tunes the entire way; and, she tsk-tsk’ed me as I furitively smoked Parliment Lights out the window of my car — smoking a habit I picked up again in the wake of 9/11 — if something stronger had been available to sooth my nerves, I’m sure I would have grabbed for that instead.

I left LA on October 13, 2001.  On December 11, 2001 I’d lived four lives in of themselves since leaving LA.  That date I sat in the New Orleans airport, drinking straight vodka and smoking (oh, those were the days) to numb myself to CNN playing looping footage of 9/11 for the three month anniversary of the tragedy and to delay my dealing with my Mom’s impending surgery a mere six days later.  The entire Fall of 2001 was fucked with stress and tears and fear for me.  The ENTIRE Fall.

(Mom is fine.)

It’s no wonder than that the few times I’ve returned to LA – which I refer to as my own personal 8th layer of Hell (the Fraudulant, if you are not up on your Dante, why I feel like that is fodder for another story) – I’ve avoided flying into LAX.  This airport is permanantly linked with that date, that time, that fear.  Fuck it if Burbank is a haul from West Hollyweird or Ventura – my friends/co-workers can just suck it up and sit in traffic – I’ll pay for the gas.

*drinks wine, orders another*