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Social Media, the chicken-shit way:

Walk around an event with my Squee-PC out and wait for people to talk to me because I’m too shy to talk to them.

Hey, whatever works!

Update: So far, it’s worked 5 times in about 10 minutes.

Another update: Okay, it worked about a dozen times in total.

So, I’ve been trying to integrate myself somewhat into the Vancouver blogging community, which seems to also be the Vancouver Social Media community. I don’t really see myself as much of a social media person, but I came to a startling realization tonight:

I spent a good part of tonight in a room jam-packed to the brim with other people, walking around with my SqueePC out so I could check email, Twitter, my blog, and Flickr all at the same time. If that isn’t social media, I really don’t know what is – while I’m still working on the whole “social” aspect of things, I certainly have the “media” down to an almost obsessive neon T.

So, yeah. I made me laugh at myself.

In addition to the make-people-talk-to-me-via-tiny-computer method of interaction, I also recruited Gill for an experiment tonight – we deposited our Moo cards on various tables at the event. I’m thinking about suggesting this for the next big nerd shindig, but almost everyone I know has Moo cards or some variation of – and doesn’t do much with them. I’m a hearty example of this, as I have three sets of business cards and at least two sets of Mini cards. Why do I have them? Well, in addition to being in love with seeing my name and photos in print, I got them so I could trade contact information with people. Here’s the catch, though – I’m almost pathologically shy around people I don’t know; the very people I would want to be trading contact info with. As it stands right now, I give my Moo cards to people who already know me. That isn’t exactly the point, so I propose doing this:

To anyone who has Moo cards but routinely forgets to offer them up for trade and/or hand them out, period: start leaving them lying around. It’d be cool to have a table at these fancy social media events where people could just leave their Moo cards and pick up someone else’s – follow a URL, check out some photos, email a stranger. Obviously you’ve been in the same place as that person, so let’s take it one step further and maybe e-meet the people you didn’t get a chance to meet in person. That way, chickenshit people like me can still stay within the relative safety of our own social circles, but maybe get to check out a blog we hadn’t known existed.

Or maybe I’m the only one with this neurotic fear of meeting new people.

Anyway, I have Moo cards. I want to trade with people. Give me your Moo cards. I have no use for a hundred cards with my own contact information; I know who I am. Who are YOU?

If anyone got here because they picked up one of my cards at the BarCamp party, hello!

I will stop talking now. I think I absorbed a lot of Gill’s beer through osmosis and am drunk by association.

I figured everyone’s Friday afternoon could use a little tantrum dancing by Kevin Bacon.

.. sort of.

Last night I destroyed our living room in a frenzy of half-assed reorganization. I’m trying out Shan’s old desk and if I like the setup, will purchase it from her. The new desk is drastically different from my old one in that it is a giant table and my old desk was a ladder to the heavens. I have no shelves. I miss my shelves.

Or do I? My old desk has long since been a joke to my friends, because when the Big One hits I will undoubtedly meet my demise buried under an avalanche of toys:

The new-to-me desk is much bigger, meaning I don’t need to have a secondary table to house my other monitor and my MacBook. In fact, I can easily have all four computers up and running on my desk with ample room for a printer and other assorted necessities like cats, Diet Coke, iDevices, and more. So far, I like it. I might like it more when I have the rest of the living room dealt with – it’s kind of a disaster right now – but we’ll see.

I’m torn on the lack of shelving. On one hand, I clearly need space for my many, many toys. On the other hand .. well, it might be kind of nice to accidentally bump into my desk and NOT have the world fall down on my head. The walls of our living room are a really nice green, and with my new setup I can see it instead of a disorganized crap basket of hell. My original plan was to visit Ikea sometime this weekend and buy some shelving units, but now I’m waffling. At the moment I’m leaning towards getting some additional drawers, instead – surely my toys will be just as fun sitting inside a drawer as opposed to on my wall.

I wonder how long I’ll be able to keep my desk free of any extra tiny things. I give myself a week, tops.

I would like a magnetic white board, though.

Oh, the options!