george

I worked up the nerve to say Hi to George while waiting for the elevator at the hotel during SXSW. I think George was the first person to “friend” me on the very first (photo chat) incarnation of Flickr, and helped answer questions way back when. Amazing how far along Flickr has come since then.

Daniel is a good hugger.

I hugged her at SXSW a couple days ago and I don’t think she remembered who I was. Sorry about that, but the hallway was crowded and I kinda went for it.

She told me the secret to beatboxing was to say “bouncing cats” without the vowel sounds.

Then she proceeded to break it down on the dance floor.

Right on.

We met at the Flickr going-away party in Vancouver. We took each others picture, and George thought I said my Flickr name was “Scottish Spiral” instead of goddess_spiral.

We had a coffee and a snack at Yaletown Market while looking at her fancy resume in a folder. Then she came and added the BBQ sauce to our cold, raw pork rib of an office. Hooray for George!

She was sitting on our couch in her robe looking at dirty pictures on the Internet.

When we decided to become roomies, we had tequila.

She drank me under the table. This, dear friends, is a feat. George has my respect and glowing admiration.