I was a VIP guest at the Webby Awards . Journalists kept stopping to ask me my impressions of things, and when I showed them my own press pass, they were nonplussed. I caught BART to the Awards and was then much amused to have to walk up a red carpet and past the paparazzi, just as if this really were the Oscars and not a geeky faux-ironic imitation. Many champagne cocktails later, Vordo and I survived the ceremony by telling each other jokes. The people to our left won a People's Choice award and the people to our right won a Webby, so everyone was happy.
Acceptance speeches are limited to five words, which is a very great mercy.
Afterwards there was a tremendous party in City Hall. It was straight out of Microserfs. There was Lego to play with, and the centre tables had long drapes, such that three people at a time could hide underneath in moderate comfort, we found. Mark put me in a taxi, and so to bed. Friday, March 26, 1998.