early returns

As expected the response over the new logo is extraordinary. I'll give myself a much needed break and let a randomly selected sample of the people speak for themselves.


From Hal, in Holbrook, NY:
Holy cr#p! That blogo rocks the gigasphere! Blog on, sister!

From simonsaysmeow, in Fort Pierce, FL:
My expectations were perhaps unfairly high, I must say, considering all that's come before. And yet I was blown out of my unbelievably uncomfortable IKEA desk chair.

From Dak2786, in Bennington, VT:
There's so much going on there - intellectually, philosophically, artistically, and of course, politically - I'm exhausted. And I mean that in the most fantastic way.

From blackblackblack666, in Desperation Falls, Montana:
Thank you. Thank you.

From lovesdippindots, location not given:
If there was ever a day to wear my Bloggers Do It Sitting Down
T-Shirt with chest-pounding pride, this is it.


Blogites, this is what I'm talking about.

Logo

Well, it's been a long time coming, over countless late nights with only Hostess cupcakes, milk, and Excedrin to keep things going, and the tensest of conference calls, but at last the dream is realized. The brightest brains in the branding business have come through once again with another significant cultural contribution, and for us! here! at what we like to ironically call the little blog.

Take!

Today is not a good day here at the blog. I considered taking the day off... tried to convince myself that would be OK... but my sense of duty got the best of me. So here I am, blogging away. It's like the blood is being drained from my body to feed the hungry masses. It's my curse, and my destiny.

It's weird.

It's as I'd feared; things are getting big. Since yesterday I've received more than 10,000 emails pointing out my misspelling of the word weird. Am I going to have to get a staff? I don't know if I have the budget for that, and I'm not sure how it would impact the important blog solo vibe. My god.

The thing is, too, that I always misspell the word weird. It's like my nemesis word, and I just can't understand it. I could actually look it up in the dictionary, and then 5 seconds later spell it wrong again. My brain rejects the correct spelling, I don't know why. So please, kind friends, no more emails about wierd.

blogophobia

I'm kind of stressed out about my blog. It's just on the edge of really catching on—you know, really exploding. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle that kind of pressure. Even though it's my blog, it feels like it's me. I never thought I would feel this way. I thought I could really hide behind my blog.
It's wierd how wrong you can be.

help wanted

Pub quiz player for Yoshi and the Pussycats. Must be smart, entertaining, and drink. First and third mondays of the month, 8:30-12, Brooklyn. No pay (unless we win). Some history, sports, politics knowledge preferred. Karaoke talent a plus. Not too creepy a big plus. Please submit something; only those candidates in serious contention will be contacted.