Dude, I'm a poster. What the hell do you think I am going to write about? If you came here expecting some kind of payoff or über cool web 2.0 social buzz generator, you're next in line for a big helping of bad news. I'll wait a few minutes while you get a glass of water or malt liquor to wash it all down. Seriously, there is nothing funny at all to this blog, go home and do something positive like bringing more children into the world. if you already got 2, work on that tricky .4 kid so you hit the American average. I can't wait till Sunday when they throw me in the trashcan. At least then I'll be reunited with my conference poster brethren. We'll share stories about leaning on easels and watching industry people ignore us all day. That actually sounds really depressing now that I think of it. Who's bright idea was it to anthropomorphize a sheet of paper? Honestly, I can't think of anything else to write, and if you've read this far you are obviously a glutton for literary punishment. Reading over this posting, I have failed to make a single pertinent point, let alone string more than 2 sentences into anything that even remotely resembles a coherent thought. You really should stop reading this and get back to the conference.
