Yesterday I seemed like a crotchety old cynic with my 140 Characters Conference write-up. Can't help it -- I question things always. I think my brain reverted to my nerd herd days and I want to rebel against panels like "what makes a Twitter celebrity." Or when I almost threw up on my avocado sandwich when I heard people discussing their "retweet strategy" -- because when it comes down to it, that's why some people don't even want to "get" Twitter. AND that's why some people think marketing and social media "strategists" are killing it. But hey, let's see what …

Alright, so what's happening at the 140 character conference so far? If you want to see a lot of repetitive tweeting that looks like sentence by sentence transcription, you can slap #140conf into Twitter's search bar (or search.twitter.com). If you're waiting for the wrap-up of an admittedly hostile witness, you're in the right place. I want someone to blow me away with something new. I want to share with YOU something new rather than throw the same old, same old at you. So far, you're not going to get any of that. Mind you, it's the first half of the …

Don't you just hate the week before a much-needed vacation? It's as if time starts cranking in reverse or the clock gets stuck at 11:46 a.m. and won't, even with threatening anger face on your part, move forward as it should. I'm in that mode because, see, next week I'll be lying on the beach getting as brown as I possibly can (while avoiding skin defects)and reading as many books (you know, the stuff with pages and words stamped into them with ink) as my eyes can eat. Until then, I have to plow through this week with the same …

The Daily Beast's Tina Brown strikes me as a badass. I like the way she gazes strongly into the eyes of the moderator, neither nodding in warm encouragement nor showing any disdain for even the most vapid questions; she simply waits for the moderator to finish and then answers frankly without any sensitive disclaiming heehaw. Which is why I wish she'd been on the panel covering "Contextual Media & Advertising: Transforming and Redefining the Relationship Between the Consumer, Advertising, and Media Platforms" -- a panel that got heckled by a maniacally cackling man.

As I'm writing this, the skies have opened up and it's pouring in NYC. This following an absolutely beautiful, if not a little humid, evening on Wall Street. Last year it was at least 100 degrees and I remember the red carpet being a sweltering mass of heat-magnifying lights, celebs, and sweat. And it wasn't the sweet glistening sweat, either. Last night we had a nice breeze going and the temperature was perfect. Good thing, because a certain pair of zebra-print leggings could have been a much grosser situation.

So, how's everyone feeling this morning? It's Monday, you know. That's right, the weekend is over. How did that happen so quickly? This weekend went by so quickly I don't even remember it happening - and now here we are, stuck in Monday again. Internet Week is ALMOST over if you go by "official" standards. I hear tell of an official closing party but that annoying "Sched" thing has nothing on it. No big deal as my date, Canon, and I will be covering The 13th annual Webby awards.

Call the wahhmbulance. It's dank , murky, and cruddy today. The rims of my jeans are delicately wet and they keep tickling my ankle sides , which is as pleasant as gargling with mouse bones. I'm digging deep for you guys today to give you a peek into Diggnation Live last night if you weren't able to make it. Mind you, though, I left earlier than the hardcore crew in order to make my bedtime, which strictly follows my warm milk and Metamucil cocktail after I snort some Geritol. Not really, but you'd think so. Put your rebel Reddit T-shirt …

OK, so last time we met, I gave a play by play of Al Gore's keynote at the Digital Content Newfronts. You're right, there was more. Thing is, I took copious notes as our former VP spoke, because I was having one of those pinch-me moments. It's been a long road from the cow pastures of Mantua, Ohio to the street sewage of Manhattan and again, I'll never take for granted these ridiculous opportunities that come my way.

It's hard to wrap up a full day event in one column, especially when it's as multifaceted as the one I attended yesterday -- the Digital Content Newfront 2009 (brought to you by your pals at Digitas and The Third Act: (do I have to include that colon? Anyway...). There was a block -size line already forming outside of Skylight, an event space (and really good one at that) way over on the West Side. Upon entrance, the first person I glimpsed down the hall was the silvered and Southern babe of butter: Paula Deen. Oh -- and I was …

Yesterday I headed to the Chelsea Art Museum to grab my Passport to Chelsea, a program put together by Yelp to get you people from the East Side and upper Manhattan out to Chelsea to discover what it has to offer outside of Rawhide. What was up with the humidity last night? I was like a slimy spring roll by the time I arrived at the line already forming outside. I hope after this Yelp will do a passport to Harlem because I have so not investigated that area enough -- and friends of mine bought a place up there!