How do I feel about the response to the Great Interview Experiment?
Overwhelmed! I had no idea there would be so many people! I think we’re up to 200 interviews going on already, and I’m sure there will be more. Just add your name in the comments here.
It’s sort of ironic. Here, I wrote a post about how everyone is all equal and interesting, and I get to win all the LINKS! Suckers!
This morning, Sophia woke me up and said, “There are 200 comments. Now is the best time for you to put up advertising!”
“Are you nuts?” I asked. “I’d look like a total asshole. Like I’d set this whole up to profit from it.”
“That’s what you are SUPPOSED to do!”
She just doesn’t understand. I’m an idealist. Or a wimp that needs to bring this fear up in therapy. So far, it has been cool meeting some new bloggers and getting to know old friends better, but in reality, it is more work on my part than fun. It reminds me of the times you have a bunch of friends over for a dinner party, and everyone is having a great time, except you — because you’re serving the little hot dog appetizers on a platter and washing the dishes. I’m trying my best to keep everything updated.
I’m also finally feeling sympathy for bigshot blogger like Dooce. How the hell do you read so many blogs coming your way at one time? And how many “Heather”s and “Kathy”s are there in this world?! Please don’t think of me as rude if I don’t come to read your interview immediately. Besides, most of you new people, particularly the mommybloggers, will abandon me soon anyway — after they read some of my NSFW posts. That’s why you always have to be loyal to your real blog friends, the ones who don’t leave even when they you write about shtupping your female therapist. They’re your real friends.
And shtupping is Yiddish. Look it up.
Back to the Great Interview Experiment. I’m constantly updating the lists of those who want to be interviewed/interview AND the final interviews. If I screw up in some way, just email me. I’m not perfect. Remember, I’m just a guy sitting at home in my underwear. (by the way, it’s been two years since I’ve asked — are tighty-whiteys still “out?”) I still have my blog posts to write. And I still need time to flirt with some of my regular blog friends on Facebook and Twitter. And to write this brilliant screenplay that is stalled. And to watch American Idol with Sophia. I’m a busy man!
I know some of your interviewers/interviewees are going to wimp out and never ask your questions, etc. If you have been stuck with one of these lazy-ass motherf***ers, I say, give him five days to redeem himself and respond to you email, and if he doesn’t, just send me an email, and I’ll move you between a prettier pair of bloggers. I’m also thinking of deleting any blog from the list that has no other purpose other than to sell things. Those blogs are so boring to me, I start to fall asleep just thinking about them. If you are one of these bloggers, please do the entire community a service and intersperse some fun stuff in between selling those humidifiers! A blog should be interesting!
Again, if anyone has any suggestions, please tell me. I think it is important to give a message to the Old Media that personal bloggers have a role to play in society — and culture. Elitists will always want to make “real” published writers sound superior (rather than different) to those online, as evidenced by this snarky attack on bloggers in this week’s New York Review of Books (via Time Goes By).
Fight the power!