Put your face on the cover...

I'm all about the positive. That's it really. Though, I do have a renewed love for private entries. It allows me to rant about work, fandom, rotten grapes, etc. without subjecting all of you to my tirades and moods. Quite cathartic.

An industry organization is holding a publisher symposium today and I'm speaking on the panel. I have no qualms about public speaking but I do have to admit that I'm a bit intimidated by the rest of the panel. They've just been around a lot longer than I have. But I'm confident about my talking points and I made a groovy handout for the participants. So, yes. And, this evening is a silent auction at the Byrant Park Grill. It's a fun event. Open bar simply to encourage people to bid more frequently and at higher amounts. It worked on me quite well last year. I'm determined to stop after one glass of wine tonight. I don't need to be loose with my pen. I still have butterflies. I thought that writing about it would make them go away. But I guess nerves are to be expected. Eeep.

In honor of both today's symposium and the last day of Justin month, I bring you my favorite solo Justin magazine covers.



Innocent and dangerous all at once.

( More of cover model Justin )

needless to worry...

All went well at the symposium. Thanks for the good thoughts. :) It was intimidating. I am very new to the business in comparison to the majority of both the panel and the audience. But I reeled them in with my groovy handout. If only I had 'nsync swag with me. They would have been eating out of my hand.

Now, on to the silent auction. I want to bid. I want to bid high. I want to win. But I don't want to spend $$$ on any of it. I tried to convince my boss to let me bid with his credit card number but he wasn't so much having it.

I have a lovely new JC wallpaper on my computer thanks to Kare. Yesterday's photos of The Chasez, lined up nicely in a row. Simple and stunning.

Sitting the the meeting today, I realized that this was a year ago. Very few of you would remember because my friends list was probably 15 people at the time but it was the beginning of my downward, upward, sideways spiral of joy/doom/add your descriptive adjective here. My first night at Suede. Joey dressed as a pimp/ho. I don't know if I was naive, innocent, or a combination of the two. But I definitely remember the awe and excitement.

I lost the i-pod...

I bid $250. It went for $450. Somewhere among the bidding and my more than 1 glass of wine, I came to my senses.

Lots of good business talk.

Lots of good appetizers.

A call from Cel at one point. Because I spammed her work voice mail today.

I came back to work to work. But I'm having so much trouble typing that I think I need to go home.

Every year man. Every year.

At least this time I didn't actually win anything I didn't need. Like the four bottles of wine.

I really would have liked the i-pod, though.

EDIT: Also. Definitely a cab home. Cab = good. Subway = not good. And I'm not drunk. I'm pleasantly buzzed. But that's not a mood icon.