#Fact: My comic has been conned

OHHHHHHH MYYY GATTOOSSSSS el duderinos,

I don't think I have ever been in this much pain. Like for reals, my legs, calves, back, and bones are just ... done. Doner than done - my comic has in fact been conned.

BAHHHHH!!!

My roomster came down yesterday, and I gave her my pass to run around with today as she has never been to comic con before. Super duper awesome sauce, I'm stoked for her.

Yesterday totally didn't suck. I hung out in the press room all morning and talked fancy pants stuff - followed by getting my d-r-i-n-k on at the Wired lounge.

I was sitting there @replying on twitter and this super cute chiquita banana starts talking to me, commenting on my Spirithood! I was all ... dude, snow leopard - bam, here's my card, we have a discount code on the site if ya wanna get one!

We started talking, I asked her how the con was going for her ... then she mentioned that the Swedish duderino from True Blood was a couple yards away.

You know the Swedish dude, aka the one that looks like this ...

... yeah that one.

OMG mama wants to touch the hiney.

Gimme some of that sugaaaaaaa!!!

Holy fuckerdy, he's hot.

So, I glance over and see him, and tell her that she should totally talk to him. She seemed a bit hesitant so I told her that people respond super well to spirithoods, dudes this shit got me DANCING ON STAGE WITH PRINCE!!!, so why don't we at least try to walk over to him and maybe catch his eye.

We walk over to the special "reserved" UBER vip area, which was roped off and filled with guards - "I'm going to go for it," she said.

Alrite then, let's go! hahahahaahaha she and I literally just walked in. This little nerderino has some serious balls, man.

We stood there for a moment proud of our accomplishment, but the Swed was still the prize - and ooohhhh boy did she have her eye on it.

I glanced down at my phone while summoning up the powers of the spirithood telling her to just do it ... go for it ... as quickly as I turned my head back up, *poof* she was gone, and BAM she walked right up to his table.

I have no idea what they talked about, but I was so impressed with her courage that I snapped a picture
to freeze her epic moment in time ...

Super cute chica. She's in school and wants to be a producer one day. Dude, with balls like that man, I'd hire her in 5 years!!! Wahoo!!! Go Melanie go!!!

So, that happened. And it made my life.

Then, I had dinner with Misti, Michael, my roomie, two other Michaels, this duderino Jay, and @brandillo from twitter. Was super awesome, thumbs up to the Tilted Kilt for having the BEST NACHOS EVER!!!!!

Omg omg omg omg omfg those were epic. Their jalapenos were crisp, not soggy. Major brownie points!

THEENNNNNNNNNNNN ... the roomster and I met up with this duderino from Wired, and a chickadee involved with the TNTML pilot, and other fun stuff. We were all so over the industry BS that we all just wanted to kick it and grab a beer.

Dudes, we had this little window upstairs that we were looking out, and able to people watch. Like literally, while hanging out the window ...

 

Amazing.

We kicked it til the bar closed, then I was itchin for a doobie. We went back with the Wired duderino to get some potty pot pot, and then my roomie said she was good and wanted to just bounce. Rad! I said, whatevs works ... said bye to the Wired dude, went downstairs and literally ran into a bachelor party. Like hardcore. HAHAHA those guys were SOOO FUCKING RAD!!!!!

They tried busting my balls saying they were from Spain, played soccer aka Football. I totes called bluff after seeing their micro-expressions that weren't confirming what was coming out of their mouth - hahaha highlarious.

They then asked what I did, told them about the site, a little bit about my journey in launching it ... they called my BS, and I said naw man, here's my card. LMK if you ever need anything in social media.

We then peaced in the middle east, and 20 minutes later with LITERALLY the last ounce of my phone juice, I got this email ...

Dudes, I'm so impressed that there was only one typo!! HAHA he MUST be a nerd to be able to type with that kinda accuracy while being that ... gone.

High-larious. Such rad dudes. They asked us to kick it, but I dunno ... there were like 6 of them and 2 of us, me no likey that ratio.

We walked back about a mile to the car, and that my darlings is where we slept. We found a super nice residential area, and plopped our little fannys down for the evening. I told the roomie she could add one more notch to her hardcore belt as being a chick sleeping in a car (here are some tips on how to do it).

AHHHHH I'm not mad at life right now. Comic Con was AWESOME, but I'm definitely ready to head back home - like for really reals reals. If you wanna meet up, I'll be at the Omni hotel in the lobby until about 3, but I warn you - I am going on like 3 hours of sleep for two nights in a row ... I am the physical manifestation of death becomes her.

Nappy mcnapperson time.

AHHHHH!!! I have such a RAD week coming up!!! My new management peeps are sending me out to a whole heap load of networks for "generals" - which is basically where you meet with the suits, tell 'em your spiel, and you see if something clicks.

My story is bat shit, man. As humbly as possible ... but I have a really really really good feeling on this.

Fingers crossed. YAY LIFE!!! =)

Happy Comic Con everyone!!!!!

#nerdsunite

#NerdsUnite: A story about the time I attempted to crash Russell Crowe's wedding

<editorsnote>  HAHAHAAHA it's funny, I put up a section on the site reaching out to readers for cool stories, or if anyone is looking to write for us ... hahahaha omg, did I just get a cool story. Nerds meet Sally ... she's got a story for you, gather round. </editorsnote>

Hiya Jen,

(procrastinating so decided to write you, I figure since I read about so many of your adventures I can return the favour)

It's freezing as I sit here at my computer tonight procrastinating BIG time, I have a psych assessment report to write and an assessment due for uni but I can't seem to get motivated... seriously avoiding. I have a bad habit of doing things last minute, and can still do remarkably well, which frustrates my friends to no end. I tell them I am thinking all the time, piecing things together in my mind, formulating, arranging and generally on overdrive. But I can't put things down into something tangible until I have what I call an "A-Ha! Moment". They don't get it.

But back to me procrastinating, I thought I'd write you about the time my room-mates and I attempted to crash Russell Crowe's wedding and I called Angela Bishop, Sandra Sully by mistake.

It was 2003, I was 18 and it was a year of firsts. I had moved away from my home town of Sydney to live on the mid-north coast in a small beach/tourist town called Coffs Harbour, best known for the big banana, oh yes it is what it sounds like. A big banana. I had begun my first year of uni studying psychology, and I was now old enough to legally drink. I lived on campus which was A-mazing for someone who was particularly shy, needless to say I hadn't put my first moving box down before I hear an American voice yell out "hey man, you had breakfast? want some cereal?" I put my box down and wandered over to eat cereal with a funny exchange student from the States, we sat on his balcony for the rest of the day welcoming other newbies, by midday I had a full pose of new friends. Drunken adventures and complete crazy fun ensued.

We would often try and find things to do, Coffs Harbour is a small town so the night life is limited to local pubs, one or two nightclubs, and local raves in the surrounding valleys. We would go on road trips for no reason and just generally get up to mischief on campus or around town. We would film our adventures with a friends handheld cam. This boring Monday afternoon we had heard that Russell Crowe was getting married at his farm in Nana Glen, not far from Coffs. So a group of five of us crammed into a tiny second-hand car with the handheld cam and decided to go on a road trip to Nana Glen (this footage still exists but alas it is lost in storage somewhere, I will endeavour to find it). Needless to say we got epically lost. It got dark and we almost gave up. Just as we were about to turn around we decided to drive ten minutes further. To our delight we saw a cavalcade of media set up on the side of the road (the main TV Channels at the time 7, 9, and 10) along with the entrance to the Crowe farm heavily guarded with security. We took one look at the security and decided not to test our luck. Instead we decided to interview the media. We approached channel 7 first, they were happy to be interviewed and quickly told us that they had the ONLY footage SUPER exclusive! We proceeded to interview channel 9, they are just as boring as the channel itself, and didn't really want to talk instead they asked what on earth we were doing. "We're bored uni students!" DUH!!! Then came channel 10. We approached them video camera armed, there was a lady with blonde hair busying herself in a car so we approached her. I tapped her on the shoulder and said "Hey were interviewing the media because we're bored, can we intervi...." I didn't get to finish my sentence because she turned around and there standing in front of me was a well know Australian entertainment news broadcaster Angela Bishop (see her interviewing Sacha Barron Cohen).

Only I didn't think that.... I straight away say "OMG hey it's Sandra Sully" (a much more famous Australian news reader with blonde hair). Oooops!! Angela Bishop immediately says "No, she's the pretty one, I'm Angela Bishop" LOL we were in stitches. She was awesome about it though and still agreed to be interviewed, we told her that the channel 7 crew had exclusive footage and she laughed. "We are the ones with the exclusive footage!" (as a side note it turns out that they all had the footage because Russell Crowe was being super secretive about paparazzi at the wedding and only released his own stuff to the media). But at this time Angela Bishop was adamant that they had the super hot footage, and she was willing to show proof, they had a van set up with everything all rigged up and ready to beam footage to the world. They let us film them beaming the first shots of the wedding to the world on Channel 10s late night news (it was about 10pm by now). We were having so much fun by this stage we decided to approach security, to interview them, we had interviewed everyone else, why not them?

We slowly begin to walk up the small incline of the dirt driveway and we get about 5 metres before a giant spotlight is directed at us and a security guy speaks through a loud speaker "DO NOT COME ANY FURTHER!" laughing we yell back "we just want to interview you!". They were not pleased, they just continued to say if we came any closer they would call police. We were cold by then and wanted to go home and watch the footage and have tequila shots so we called it a night. A successfully fun one at that.

Haha such a fun time, such craaaazy adventures we had in the early days of uni!

I heart procrastinating hehe

#NerdsUnite

Sally ♥

Got a story? Send it to me! If it doesn't suck I'll totes post it. xoxoxoxxo

JenFriel at TalkNerdyToMeLover dot com

#Randombling: That Nerdy Chick

Randombling: A 5 minute long unedited random stream of consciousness produced by a nerd for nerds.

#nowplaying: Edge of Glory - Lady Gaga

Hello sexy lover faces. In Connecticut I be. See ... this is me ...

Kind of an emotional day - hence the extra photo filter.

I'm totes behind schedule on production. I've been hired as producer and talent on this super cool TV show, but the problem is that TV isn't at all glamorous ... no, like seriously. I've worked as a producer on a bunch of things, and as host/talent for a bunch more ... but this is my first time doing something so big as both. Kinda rad, but kinda AHHHHHHH at the same time. Production is a LOT of work. Like a lot a lot. And especially for TV, you have to location scout, have releases signed for said location, and every single face you capture filming - it's kind of a cluster fuck. Compound that element with travel (my hotel wound up falling through last minute, fortunately I get by with a little help from my friends ...), and car rental (the credit card didn't go through, so I had to use my own debit card - whiiichhhh as we all know has very little). So all this fuckery is going on behind the scenes, but you have to IMMEDIATELY flip the switch and go ... HI GUYS!! I'm JEN!!! Bright eye and bushy tailed without looking too psychotic.

It's a lot. Add to that the fact that I haven't been back here in so long, and it was just an incredibly emotional day.

I saw my uncle today for the first time in almost 10 years - his jaw hit the floor. He couldn't believe how different I looked. It was great to see him but kinda weird at the same time. There's always this pink elephant in the room of, hey, we've been estranged for more than half my life - but what's up! I try to practice forgiveness and just let it be ... but it's weird. He mentioned my grandmother and that she was still out of it - and I was like dude, even when she was "with it" the woman and I never got along. (click here to read more on that) It saddens me a great bit that I have very few family members that I actually consider "family" but a lot of people I am biologically related to. It's just a weird thing to accept, and the older I get - the more I still don't get it.

I also went by my old house today ... it's funny, you can't see it really from the street, but oddly enough you can see it from the plane when you're landing at Bradley. 

Freaky looking house, but very literally still to this day one of the most breathtaking homes I have ever been in.

Oh, and here's my old bus stop ...

Ah yes, that is where I used to stand with wet hair and in the winter watch the icicles form.

Dude, I so do not miss the weather!! HAHAHA!! YAYYYYY CALIFORNIAAAA!!!!!!

Oh, and totes stoked - I'm going to be doing some stuff with the Suicide Girls, (just writing - not posing haha, I don't have enough tats), and I got invited to this wing girl event with Neil Strauss the duderino that wrote The Game. I may have fallen for his game, but at least now I can learn from the master how exactly he does what he does to never ever fall for something like that again. mwahahaahaha!!! Succkkkaaaaaaaaa!!!

Super stoked man. Totally blessed to be here. Only mildly overwhelmed ... but tomorrow is a new day. I have to film 3 episodes tomorrow, after the clusterfuck that was getting everything set for today. But hey, you live you learn.

We're going to be going out in Hartford tomorrow with a big group of my friends. If anyone is in the area and wants to kick it totes hit me up on Twitter: @JenFriel

Super super super grateful and blessed for the opportunity ... but man oh man oh man ... only if people knew what goes on behind the scenes - it's madness I tell you. MADNESS!!!!!!!!! =)

xoxo #nerdsunite

Time To Effing #GetItOn: A Solo Act

BAHHHH!!!! haha omg, I had the most epic of epic fails the other night in regards to my latest social experiment.

(I am conducting a new social experiment after my epic 103 dates by using OKC. I am still trying to find the organic root of attraction, but now taking the experiment offline while documenting it still online. You can read more about it here ... and read the rules here.)

So, on Tuesday - I got invited out to happy hour and dinner with one of my favorite favorite writers out there. No like straight up, I just adooorreeee this person's site. Like seriously.... so much so it's prolly illegal in 38 states. 

We get done with dinner, and I was walking back home - and was literally going to walk right past Barney's Beanery. At this point I was kinda toasty, and figured meh, yeah it was unplanned ... but I am wearing my Effing Gear sweatshirt - so I got the ice breaker factor covered. 

::Insert gratuitious shot of my rack:: 

Rocking the charcoal pullover. Click the image for more info!

HAHAHA omg I am so embarrassed typing this ... 

So, I go in, and first complete a lap scoping out the scene, then head to the restroom to make myself appear unavailable for a moment. You can't just commit to a location right away - you have to see first how many eligible bachelors are on the prowl and then place yourself in direct relation to them. 

IT'S A SCIENCE PEOPLES!! 

I walked out of the bathroom and BOOM bumped into a duderino that I met last Friday with his friends. I was like wait, what? Remember the prosthetic leg guy? Yep! That was him.

Asked what was up, and even helped them out with trivia for a few rounds. DUDE!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE ME SOME BAR TRIVIAAA!! For REALS! Why do you think we have the Weird Al Says: WTF section on this site? I love love love random useless information. 

Either way, after a few minutes of talking I excused myself and explained to them that I was there to conduct my social experiment, and my purpose was to meet new boys. They laughed, said I was crazy - and I told them that I would talk to them later. 

I then moseyed on over to the bar and plopped my lil fanny down. Maybe about 5 minutes or so later, this tall dark and handsome duderino sat down next to me. Like literally next to me - clearly indicating interest as the bar was not full ... at all. 

Hi, my name is Jen - I said as I extended my hand for a shake. 

Hi! I'm Frederico! 

Well hello Frederico, love the name. Where's the accent from? 

Chile. 

Chile? Amazing! What do you do out here? 

I work for the government. 

Like literally the government? Are you a spy?

Mind you, my brain is racing at this point wondering if my Bond girl dreams are finally going to come true. Please tell me the President needs my nerdy help and my time has come to finally serve my country. 

Not a spy. I work in .... 

I very literally cannot remember what he said he did. I just heard the "not a spy" and tuned my brain off. Gosh darnet. 

He kept talking and talking for a bit, then he goes yeah - I'm liking LA so far but I think it will be a lot better when my girlfriend gets here.

My ears perk up. 

Girlfriend?

Yep! 

AHHHH!!! I then reposition myself in my stool. Well duderino, I am here tonight to conduct a social experiment, and if you are not single, no matter how much I may be enjoying your company - I must excuse myself. 

Really? 

Yep. Really. Here's my card, I'm sure you'll be part of this story. 

HAHAHA his face was priceless. Wait, you do what? And this is ... ???

Toodles. 

Peaced in the middle east to the other side of the restaurant down by the pool tables and plopped down in a booth in the corner. 

A couple minutes goes by, I just drink my beer and relax - this duderino was about to take a shot and was going to hit me, so he broke the ice by asking if I wouldn't mind moving for a sec. 

Sure, not a problem ... I move ... then after he takes his shot he comes over and introduces himself, and invites me to join his friends at the adjacent booth. 

BINNGOOOO!!

While he finishes the game, I start talking to his friends.

SOOO!!! What's your name, where you from??

I don't remember their names exactly, but one of the duderinos said Culver City. I said no shit, I used to live there - on Tabor. 

He shoots me this look wondering if I am stalking him ... um, that's my street. 

No shit, I lived on the corner of Tabor and XXX - yeah I know, I'm one block away. 

Crazy. 

I then asked him what he did over there ... 

Oh, I'm a software engineer. 

AMAZING! I said with literally that much excitement ... 

Again, totally cannot remember what company he said, but I do remember that I had heard of it.

What do you do? 

I run a website. 

HAHAHAHA then I kid you not, he gave me this look of, um yeah right. You? Run a website? Bullshit. 

Yep! It's called Talk Nerdy To Me, Lover. 

Remember, per the rules I could say that I run the website, but I can't say that I am conducting a social experiment. 

He then asked a bit more about what I do, and I explained to him that I am a corporate sponsored minimalist ... blah blah blah and yada yada yada. 

I gave him and his friends my card and they just shoot me this look of disgust.

Dude, my card is SOOO cute!! Really!??! Really!?!?! 

His friend hands it back to me. 

HAHAHA this I remember word for word ... 

"Everytime I come to LA I meet a girl exactly like you. What is it with you people and running your businesses?" 

Huh?!?! 

What is it with "us people?" 

What me being female? Me being a nerd? Me being a chick at a bar being passionate about something other than an attempt to get laid. 

Well, technically speaking yes, a side effect of my experiment is getting some - but that is neither here nor there. 

YOU PEOPLE?!?!?!! Who are these people you speak of?!?! And how is it I have lived here for SEVEN years and I don't meet people like me at a friggen bar. 

I was so confused. 

He continued ... "you're more than welcome to still stay here and chat ..." 

Translation: Fuck off. 

WOOOOOWWWW!!!! 

And that happened.

I licked my wounds and walked back over to the bar. Frederico was no longer there, so it was a safe zone at that point. 

I continue to drink my beer wishing for my level of intoxication to at least increase so I could wash the pain from this night away. 

Trivia continues ... and I even help out the table behind me. Not because I wanted anything clearly, but I knew most of the answers and I figured someone had better take it. 

Then, came the FINALLLLL trivia question. Like the final final one. A music question. DUDE!!! THAT'S MY THING!! 

Who sings this version of this song? 

music cues. 

I ... I ... I ... I'm hooked on a feeling ... 

TOM JONES HOOKED ON A FEELING!!! TOM JONES!! TOM JONES!!!!

They write the answer down and submit their answers. 

Dude, I TOTALLY got that one in the bag. Alrite, maybe this night isn't so bad afterall. 

He reads the final answer and cues up the song. 

Hooked on a feeling ... by 

Not Tom Jones. 

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! 

Yep. Worst. Night. Ever. 

The table actually got pretty pissed at me. I was like COME ON!!! It was a good answer!!! Totally thought that was him. 

I excused myself. 

Good lord, is there a rock I can PLEASE JUST CRAWL UNDER!?!!?!?! 

I finished my beer and left for the night. 

Really ... really ... REALLY?!?! Is this happening right now? 

I am proud of myself for actually at least trying to go to a bar by myself, but yeah - never. ever. ever. again. I need a wing person to bounce off of. 

Like for reals ... that just needs to happen. 

#facepalm

 

Special thanks to Effing Gear for the sponsorship to conduct this experiment. Check out their tees over yonder! Great for the bar scene ... kinda ... well, I'm finding that out as we speak technically ... so ... umm ... yeah.