I'm in a session at Netroots Nation writing this. No New Media Journalists were harmed in the making of this post, but, boy, it sure feels like dementors are sucking my soul out of my mouth.
Omfg. as I write this, more meaningless, crowded slides scroll by, narrated in a perky yet boring drawl.
It's Ferris Buehler meets Netroots.
My one thought: Kill me now.
I don't want to use any identifying information about the session, and I hope they don't see this, because the moderators seem like really nice, sincere people, but they remind me of Mrs. Voynick, who tortured me in 2nd grade.
I went to the session instead of the pool because I was really, really interested in the subject. I wanted to learn the secret of online activism.
Unfortunately, I still don't know what that secret is. The only thing that keeps me awake is thinking of snarky comments to write here. Oh lord, here come more powerpoint slides advising attendees to "create your ask" and "set up an online resource center," and other simplistic obviousities. Maybe this is useful for people who've never engaged in online activism, but this is a conference for online activists, so....
Worst of all, they refuse to take questions until the end, so I can't even ask a question about information that might be interesting. You can't stifle your audience and expect their minds not to wander.
Oh, wait, they finished. Here's an interesting question... but the answer is filled with jargony insider acronyms. Sigh. Okay, they just mentioned two cool programs in passing that seem incredibly useful. I won't mention the programs now, because I don't want anyone to guess which session it was. But I suppose it was worth it after all.
Perhaps if I weren't "conferenced out," I would have absorbed more, but this teacup is full, honey.