the slack daily

My Interview with Hotel Roger Smith!

The Hotel Roger Smith was at the 140 Conference. They asked me how I used Twitter...so I told them. (And  called Matt "kind of a jerk.")

How I Became a Zombie on Twitter

If the time it took me to get from the Kodak Theatre exit to the DeVries Lounge was any indication, my talk at the 140 Conference "How I Became a Zombie on Twitter" went pretty damned okay even if I had to face my fear of having my face projected on a ginormous screen. The events of the past 48 hours have been amazing and inspiring and thought-provoking. I have a stack of business cards and a slew of ideas that I need to sort through. Many thanks to everyone at Kodak - Tina, Mary, Jenny, and Kodak CMO Jeffrey Hayzlett.

In the meantime...check out my episode of Woke Up Dead written with series creator (and all-around good guy) John Fasano!

From Crackle: 22: Mother's Day

All in the SlackFamily

I am too exhausted to make sense of the past week. So instead, I'll give you a peek of what it's like, growing up in the SlackFamily.

The best part is that this all took place on my sister-in-law's FB page.

(Okay, so maybe it wasn't the best part for her.)

(Yes, I really got in trouble for pointing out the pube in the potatoes.)

(There is a no-scratching rule at my dinner table. You've been warned.)

If you aren't already charmed by the above, allow me to remind you that I will be speaking at the 140 Characters Conference on Wednesday, October 28th at 9:45am. Catch my ten minutes on "How I Became a Zombie on Twitter."

3:33am

That's when the phone rang. I heard it, somewhere deep inside my brain. The movement of Will fumbling for his phone, the sharp intake of breath, the okay...and I knew. I didn't know who or when but I knew it was bad, and I was reaching for my glasses and my phone and almost walked out of the still-dark bedroom to grab my laptop to begin making arrangements when I realized that I hadn't said anything. I turned to him and reach out.

I'm sorry.

We made coffee and phone calls and flight reservations.

We needed something to do.

Will you come? he asked.

Of course, I said.

Dear Dad of Boy,

Thank you for being the best father-in-law a girl could have.

Love,

Nina

SlackDad & Dad of Boy, at our wedding.

BetheBirthday!

TONIGHT! We're going live for BetheBirthday. We're leaving the camera and the show totally open for our party guests to participate. Or not. Stay tuned from 7:30(ish) until whenever for madness, mayhem, or a blank screen because people are too scared to get their butts on camera.

Only time will tell...

BETHEMARRIAGE...with special guests! Tonight at 7:30pm on Ustream!

BetheBirthday

I Can't Believe They Remembered!

Um, it's my birthday. Yeah. 37. Which is weird, because I specifically remember SlackMom turning 37.

Anyway.

Thank you all for the kind words and birthday wishes. And pictures. And blog posts.

But you guys, someone who I never thought in a million years would remember my birthday remembered my birthday.

Universal City Nissan!

They even sent me a card. With a certificate...for a coupon! So I clicked to print the coupon. What would it be? A free oil change? A car wash?

Click to embiggen.

No, it was another birthday certificate. With a coupon. That said click to print. My birthday present fro Universal City Nissan is a never-ending daisy chain of clicking to print goodness. You ay think that cruel...but what did your car dealership get you?

Two Words: Stunt Moaner.

Remember a few months ago when I was asked to swing by the office to record some stunt moaning? Now you can SEE HEAR MY WORK. (BTW, I can't wait to see what fresh hell of SEO love that title will bring.)

Enjoy! (But with your pants ON, please.) Episode 1 of Woke Up Dead!

From Crackle: Woke Up Dead: Up and At 'Em

I Am Nothing If Not Classy.

Will and I have been working insane hours.

I had planned on making dinner last night - an actual dinner, with a protein that required marinating and vegetables that needed to be cut up and assembled into a salad - except that he had to stay later than normal at work.I scrapped dinner plans for a frozen pizza (but it's like, organic, the cheese produced from dairy cows that are milked by dewy-eyed virgins and such) and promised him that there would be Actual Dinner Tomorrow.

Actual dinner? he asked, much like a child would ask about Santa Claus.

Actual dinner, I replied. Greek chicken.

And?

Greek salad, I continued.

And?

I turned to face him. And that's as far greek as I go. (Link NSFW for language.)

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Miss charming stories such as the one above? Then catch us tomorrow night at 8pm PST for BetheMarriage LIVE! (On Ice!). We'll recap the Paul F Tompkins show, my new venture, the Hobo Bank, and more!