Disable their Internet connectivity intermittently during a 3-day technology conference.
Seriously. It’s freakin’ ad:tech. This should not be an issue.
And yeah, the bloggers are pissed. Some of them had left for a few hours while the Internet was shut down.
Me, I wandered around the exhibit hall and tweeted from my phone. Highlights thus far include:
–a bevy of petite ‘flight attendants’ with ’safety cards’ (guaranteed obnoxious promotional hook)
–a fifties-diner-themed booth complete with petite (and shockingly young-looking) soda jerk girls (embarrassing to watch, like a bad Halloween) who, as it turned out, were giving out pie (best swag ever, according to Angela Natividad)
–the Rubicon anti-booth, which is bad ASS. It’s like a very comfortable lounge/bar lookin’ thing with sectional seating and ottomans in red and black suede.
–a bar in the middle of the hall that, when I first stopped by, was totally devoid of chicks. I did see one lady there on my last pass through.
Glad to be here and blogging again. But seriously. Internet. Ad:tech. Come. On.
