Cut me some slack for that title. I’m writing this at 2am.
Speaking of 2am, the first bit of news I have to share was the result of last night’s 2am why-can’t-I-sleep-normal-people-hours surfing. I managed to stumble upon the 2012 Bloggie Award nomination site (they still call them weblog awards, which makes me giggle every time). Anyways, I figured I’d check it out and see which famous and fabulous bloggers I know got nominated this year.
I definitely wasn’t expecting to see this–
I iz not crazy, I swear. I know LinzLovesYou sure as heck isn’t in any of those pictures.
Know what sites are, though? The first two websites I ever designed for someone else: Band Back Together and Mommy Wants Vodka. (Both sites are brainchildren of the indescribably incredible Aunt Becky, btdubs)
Picking my jaw up off the desk… Hotmothereffingdamn. BB2G is even nominated for best designed weblog (giggle) and is in the same category as THE BLOGGESS. I DESIGNED THAT ISH FROM SCRATCH.
I can’t take credit for the ideas behind the sites, or the writing itself (though I do have a post up on BB2G)… but aah! My design! Even though I wish MWV was nominated for design too– taking Becky’s request for purple (is a flavor), sparkles, vintage medicine ads, apothecary jars, skulls, and full of teh awesome then converting it into a design was no easy feat– it’s so great that both of these sites are being recognized for their content. And really… just to have sites that I designed put into categories with bloggers I love/admire like The Bloggess, How to Be a Dad, and The Pioneer Woman? Wow. Just… wow.
I’m not going to beg for votes. The nomination is amazing, but MWV and BB2G are truly great blogs, providing support and humor in their own ways- so at the very least, you should check them out. I know that Jenny (the Bloggess) has about 60k friends who read her blog and buy metal chickens inspired by her lawn statue, so consider this my singular request to vote and share.
I’ll be over here, trying to recover from the shock. Or maybe it’s the diet coke withdrawal.
I had a bit of a revelation today. I was chatting (online) with Anne, my “bosslady” over at Rue Magazine. We were discussing an upcoming shoot, and I essentially had to assure her (after using a few too many exclamation points demonstrating my excitement) that I wouldn’t embarrass her by being a total fangirly-overenthused mess.
Just as I was promising Anne I wouldn’t be the intern from hell, the lovely Sam, a friend from college showed up. I told her to hang on a sec, since I was reassuring my boss that I’d be well-behaved and house-trained for our shoot. She mentioned, casually, that I’m really perky online. I must have looked at her like a lightbulb just went on over my head, and I had a total “well, DUH!” moment.
See, in real life, I’m reallly chill. Like, I’d rather hang out in my pj’s and watch movies than go out kind of chill. Granted, I can be silly, but only when the situation warrants it (like dancing in Forever 21 with Megan or hanging with mi madre).
Online, though, I tend to come off as that overenthused fangirl. So far, it’s mostly worked in my favor… it’s helped me to get jobs, meet amazing people, and have some pretty incredible opportunities. But I have to remind myself (often) that not everyone is a) as welcoming with open arms as I am and that b) not everyone is online all the time, nor do they want to be bugged about something that might seem crazy exciting to me but is of zero interest to them.
It’s a fine balance, and one I’m apparently not maintaining as well as I’d hoped. I’m trying to be more positive in person (no more Negative Nancies here!) but I’m also nowhere near the cheerleader level of perk that I can reach online. Am I still motivated, dedicated, excited, friendly, and crazy loyal offline? Hells yes. Will I literally be jumping for joy at the prospect of meeting someone, or doing something? Hells no. (Unless you’re The Bloggess, but she knows this already. I think.) Also, I’m very good at adapting my behavior (and my language, ha) for the situation… like meeting a boyfriend’s parents, or a job interview… or an important photo shoot.
So there you have it. Even me, who’s pretty much the openest of open books online, has apparently written a few of those chapters in a tone that’s just a bit… unrealistic. I may love you, and may be ecstatic over something, but I’m no Perky Barbie over here. I’m just regular old, often-too-serious-for-my-own-good, but always totally sincere Linz, plain and simple.