we had more visitors than in any month ever and several blogs hit their all time records, including the animal blog, Unleashed, which broke into the top ten for the first time ever.
one of the reasons for Unleashed’s success is the main blogger, Lindsay Barnett, even has posts on the weekends. today for example she tells us about a product naming company who suggests that the Obamas name the first dog Rahmrod after Rahm Emanuel and David Axelrod.
to add a flavor to the post theres a video of Springsteen performing “ramrod” in like `985. its less forgiving than the video above.
anyway, one reason i am especially proud for Lindsay is because she was able to get that blog into the top ten without the benefit of Digg or StumbleUpon or any out of control spikes.
she covers the news beautifully, has at least a half dozen posts a day on there, and follows all of the fundamentals of successful blogging.
leave your message at the beep and we’ll see what we can do
update: for some reason Haloscan is taking a three day weekend of sorts, so if you dont see a way to use the comments box, email your questions to busblog at gmail dot com and we’ll help change yr life
even though ive done this sorta thing a few times i always get a few butterflies, which is nice, it reminds me im alive.
i get nervous because i dont wanna say the wrong thing and embarrass my boss or the paper.
what will i say? same old same old: dream, dream big, then dream bigger. kiss the people you like, live, then write it down.
A-B-B: always be blogging.
dont listen to the haters in your life. theyre on the planet to hate, youre on the planet to rock.
without the haters the game wouldnt be as fun. how fun would basketball be if there was no one defending you?
how fun would dating be if all the girls showed up to yr door with a tshirt that said i <3 busblog?
how fun would pacman be without Blinky Inky Stinky and Mel?
be creative, be outrageous, be ridiculous, forget about spelling, forget about design, forget about rules, just write. write till you get carpal tunnel. write until you get fired from E!, write until your girlfriends hand in their i <3 busblog halfshirts because theyre sick about getting written about.
write at night, write when youre tired, write when you have nothing to say, write when you have everything to say.
have secret blogs, have public blogs, have group blogs, have blogs where you write as the opposite sex.
have video blogs have dream blogs have nightmare blogs have daydream blogs.
omg have a blog where nothings true.
some might say this advice is good for writers but not photographers. i would say you should have posted that complaint in a blog and added a photo. i would have said add a photo essay, i would have said made a gallery in flickr with 100 people frowning.
the world is yr oyster, get a bib.
then tell us and show us and share with us how it tasted.
i dont need a dishwasher i dont need a new mattress
i dont need a tv in the living room. i dont need an xwife. i dont need rush limbaugh to hope america succeeds. i dont need a washer and dryer where my fridge is.
i dont need any new clothes. i dont need to fly first class. i dont need rockstar parking. i dont need fries with that.
i dont need a vip pass. i dont need a gazillion readers to the busblog. i dont need haters to suddenly stop hating.
i dont need new sheets. i dont need a hand. i dont need a million comments on every post. i dont need to write another book. i dont need higher education. i dont need to get it.
i dont need howard stern on demand on my directv. i dont need the cubs to get manny. i dont need the right wing blogosphere to give obama a chance. i dont need a house two point three kids a minivan and one point two wives.
i dont need a flowbee or a shamwah or a blanket with arms in it. i dont need any stimulus relief. i dont need to read another book by margaret atwood.
all i need is just a few more hours of sleep.
but shes stroking my arm with her presson nails.
which isnt the universal sign for pleasant dreams bloggr.
so i roll over and say like janet jackson, i need a beat.