Day in the Life of an Idiot

My friend Cliff Winnig invited me to be a guest on a show he hosts on the Third Sunday of every month.  I really know nothing about B Cubed Press, but I am rarely one to say no to a friend or to what is essentially free publicity.  The show runs at 9 am Pacific Time and is livestreamed, but, at least for me, that meant I was not required to be on until 11 am. Technically, they had us all show up at 10:30 (my time) to make sure that there were no technical problems... which there weren't... until there were, but more on that in a second.

We started out great? The show was fun. Cliff and I have known each other a long time and so the conversation flowed easily. It was wonderful to get to meet the other guest, Lambda Award winner, Deborah J Ross. 

And, then... just as we get to the part where you get to talk about yourself and your work and it was MY TURN, my computer informed me that the battery was dying. This SHOULD have been impossible SINCE I WAS PLUGGED IN, but, sure enough, my cord decided not to hold a charge. I was able to keep going visually (mostly), but, having been knocked out of the show into the backroom, but not ALL the way back out, the system lost my settings (specifically my web cam, which is also my only working microphone) and so muted me permanently in the last... I've been afraid to watch, but I THINK only about fifteen minutes. I feel terrible because I know my attempts to reconnect were all visible and I bounced in and out, very distractedly. If I'd thought things through, I would have left the show fully and re-logged in, but, of course, one only thinks of such things when the moment has passed. Alas!

But, you know, we mostly had a very, very fascinating and high octane conversation for the first two-thirds of the show.

So, if you're in it for me, you can watch until I blink out. If you're in it for the disaster (and no judgment from me, it will be funny to me later, too!) watch the last little bit. I'm sure it's hilarious in its own way. I, of course, was mortified.  Shawn thinks I was smiling too much during this, but I kind of hate my resting b*tch face, so I decided to go with the somewhat forced game show contestant "Happy to be here, Bob!" smile rather than my "What're ya lookin' at pal!?" face.  I mean, I am a dork? So, if I look like a happy dork, so be it.