Stateside with Rosalea : Whazza Buzz?
I'm sure the story was so quirky it made it to the TV news Down Under--on Tuesday, a couple in Hazleton, Indiana, found out they had a quarter of a million house guests living in a beehive five foot tall and seven foot wide in their attic.
The big clue to the hive's existence was the honey dripping through the ceiling, down the windows, and up through the carpet after having seeped down the wall cavity. Oh sure, the family had heard buzzing and had to swat away the occasional bee, but "until the beards started hanging off the side of the house we had no idea," said Stephanie Smith-Montgomery.
Kinda like blogging, I thought. At first glance it seems to be a totally male-dominated spectator sport, but this weekend the boys will be bearded in their den, so to speak, when the BlogHer conference takes place. At least the self-styled "worker bees" running the conference have a sense of humour--one of their T-shirts says: Enough about me. Let's talk about my blog."
Even though the conference venue in Santa Clara is within local transport distance of where I live, I won't be going. For one thing, I couldn't afford the fee and for another--it's a blogging conference for heaven's sake! I can just sit at home in my PJs and skip from one event blogger to another as they interpret what's happening for me.
Besides, the bee in my bonnet--or bat in my attic, as the case may be--has already been dealt with after my posting a comment on the BlogHer website not once but twice (because I'm so forgetful) about how they shouldn't use the word "suffragette" (instead of "suffragist") in the name of one of the panel discussions.
Not that I'm all that much in favour of blogging now that I've found out what it's really all about, but if you've nothing better to do on Sunday morning Down Under, grab a cuppa, fire up your computer and find out if that incessant buzzing noise is producing honey or guano.