Geek out: Al Gore lunges and Martha befriends a topless boy at D Conference
Wrap up the Powerbook cord and follow Esther Dyson to the next con — the D Conference winds down today. For actual news from people who are there, check out the Wall Street Journal's blog. (Favorite post: Turning the schmaltz up to 11.) For trumped-up news filtered through the snark machine, look no further. Photos by ZDNet reporter Dan Farber.
It's every boy's wet dream: get topless with Martha Stewart. At any rate, that guy in the shades looks jealous.
Al Gore, confused by the scenery, spent the whole time asking when the shuttle would blast off.
"I never attend a conference without my Wubby."
J. Peterman: "Elaine, you may call it Myanmar, but it will always be Burma to me."
"Ahahahaha, ahaha, aha...yes, yes, I am the love child of Steve Rubel and Tucker Carlson."
After host Kara Swisher was pried out from under the statesman's body, Mossberg wrote, "Lesson Learned: Don't offer Al Gore cake."
My god, Blodgett, you don't have to say yes to every conference invite.
Sandwiched between Al Gore and a big techie journalisty guy, Esther Dyson can't help but make an "I am cute and tiny!" face.
A moment of silence for the Guy Who Forgot to Bring Collared Shirts. (Don't be that guy.)
"No," says blog publisher Arianna Huffington, "I don't have any spare change. Now move away, you're standing in front of my Prius."
Walt Mossberg: "Whatever you do, let's please not make Marissa Mayer giggle."
