Last year I attended two domainer conferences. At first, I thought it was the “shit”. Then I realized it was all about the people who thought they were the shit.
Can’t complain. There was plenty of booze and nice looking female domainers. If you’re into the ripe type, that is.
One of them approached me several times. I mean, that lady was a cougar doing her job. Had a bunch of worthless piece of junk domains on a printed piece of paper, trying to sell them to every man in the conference. I told her, honey, at least shave your legs!
Bugger all. I need a beer.
The other conference I attended was full of poseurs. Several swagger wannabes with one good domain at most, then a pile of steaming manure for a domain portfolio.
I asked a guy, why are you here? He said he was looking to unload his semi-premium domains to a drunk sucker and pay off his Miami condo.
At least the food was good. But you need to fight your way to the beginning of the line. I mean, forget about behaving like a classy businessman and all that crap. Unless you want to stay hungry! Just push and shove a few people and get the prime rib, warm mashed potatoes and the rest of the junk before it gets prodded and fingered. I know I did.
Anyhow. I’m on my 4th beer now and I feel a little dizzy. Can’t wait for the release of .CO in the summer. It will be a hit.
Editor’s note: These are the Diaries of Daryl the Drunk Domainer, who passed away early this year. DomainGang acquired them and will be publishing them unedited.
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