Alltop Badge Contest
Predator Press
[LOBO]
After tooling around all day in the Predator Press corporate jet, I could tell there was something on Guy Kawasaki's mind ... but it wasn't until we touched down on a remote and dusty road in South Africa when he finally breached the subject.
"See?" I observed. "I told you they would have a Starbucks."
"LOBO," says Guy. "You should totally enter my Alltop Badge Contest. You could win an iPod Touch."
"But Guy," I says. "The last thing in the world I need is another device I couldn't possibly comprehend. Besides, all the other bloggers would just give up if they find out I'm entering. And then we both gotta field those boo-hoo emails, 'LOBO is too good,' and 'Phooey! No fair'. It's just depressing."
"Be careful," says guy. "Don't step on that pile of poisonous asps."
"Thanks!" I says. "Man I woulda walked right into that."
Guy signals the kid in the green apron, and he approaches the counter.
"I would like a Double Grande Mocha-Mocha-"
[I don't really know how to spell it, but Guy goes into a series of words that sound suspiciously like dolphin squeaks and clicks]
"Make that two," I says.
"Emails, shmemails," counters Guy. "Alltop is the 'Best of the Best'. I expect nothing more than the highest caliber of competition."
"Can I rip off one of Don Lewis' images?"
"Knock yourself out."
Hmmmmm ...
[LOBO]
After tooling around all day in the Predator Press corporate jet, I could tell there was something on Guy Kawasaki's mind ... but it wasn't until we touched down on a remote and dusty road in South Africa when he finally breached the subject.
"See?" I observed. "I told you they would have a Starbucks."
"LOBO," says Guy. "You should totally enter my Alltop Badge Contest. You could win an iPod Touch."
"But Guy," I says. "The last thing in the world I need is another device I couldn't possibly comprehend. Besides, all the other bloggers would just give up if they find out I'm entering. And then we both gotta field those boo-hoo emails, 'LOBO is too good,' and 'Phooey! No fair'. It's just depressing."
"Be careful," says guy. "Don't step on that pile of poisonous asps."
"Thanks!" I says. "Man I woulda walked right into that."
Guy signals the kid in the green apron, and he approaches the counter.
"I would like a Double Grande Mocha-Mocha-"
[I don't really know how to spell it, but Guy goes into a series of words that sound suspiciously like dolphin squeaks and clicks]
"Make that two," I says.
"Emails, shmemails," counters Guy. "Alltop is the 'Best of the Best'. I expect nothing more than the highest caliber of competition.""Can I rip off one of Don Lewis' images?"
"Knock yourself out."
Hmmmmm ...
Comments
In truth there was a whole lot of whining and begging on my part, and I ruined more than one of his pant-leggings with my tears.
Seriously Guy seems pretty nice, has a great sense of humor, and I was frankly totally floored. And yeah it's true Predator Press probably doesn't belong up there with those guys (in fact, I drafted a big longwinded post yesterday discussing how I try to steer Predator Press away from being "art" ... but I'm not sure I'll publish it here in the "newer" stuff 'cuz it's unfunny and boring).
But what I lack in talent and audience, I try to make up for it in cross-promotion. This site isn't for everybody and therefore could never survive on it's own. I don't think it's really uncommon in media for things to be "buoyed" either -for instance the Sunday comics in the newspaper: would you shell out $2 if that's all it had in it?
In any case, I'm grateful for the nod. And steering his contest some additional traffic seemed the least I could do.
Except for yesterday, I need my change back.
It ain't natural Brent.
:)
I shall have to wait until they change their tag-line to 'The Sexiest of the Sexy'.