My Secrets and Tips
Posted by harlan on 06 Apr 2008 at 12:42 am | Tagged as: talking to the void
Most of the email I get at my soveryalone.com address belongs to one of the following categories.
- Demands to know whether I am real or not. I do not answer these email messages, because I don’t have any idea how getting an email from me would be any more convincing than my blog posts.
- Requests to do a blogroll link exchange. I do not answer these email messages, because I don’t have a blogroll. I don’t have anything against blogrolls. I just don’t have one and don’t feel like making one.
Last night, though, I got a different kind of email. A request for help. Here it is.
Hi! My name is XXXXXX and I’m employed by the University of XXXXXXX Library Training department. I am currently working on making an informational phamplet about blogs. As the winner of the “Best-Kept Secret Weblog”, would you mind sharing some of your secrets? Can you send me some blogging tips? Would you mind if I showcased your blog on my info sheet? I appreciate your time and help!
Thanks
XXXXXXXXX
Originally, I thought I would just delete her email, because it seems like she was just asking me to do her job for her. But then I started considering the questions. What are my blogging secrets? What tips would I share?
I don’t think I have a lot of secrets or tips, but I do have a few, and I’m happy to share them.
I’m still not going to answer her email, but if she really does read my blog and didn’t just do a drive-by because it happens to have won an award, she’ll see this post and should feel free to use it in her pamphlet.
My Tips
- Write fast. I write and then I post and then I’m done. I don’t edit what I wrote. I don’t even re-read what I wrote. If there are mistakes, so what. I’m not getting paid for this, so fuck quality control. Anyone who’s looking for beautiful grammar or pristine punctuation or a lucid train of thought shouldn’t be reading a blog. They should be reading a book.
- Get your own domain name. Say you’re really, really drunk at a bar and someone asks you what your blog’s name is. So you say “http://mycleverbutexcruciatinglylongblogname.wordpress.blogspot. livejournal.spaces.live.com.co.au.uk.tv.net.info/blog/.” What are the chances they’ll remember that? And what are the chances you’ll even say it right? On the other hand, what if you say, “solonely.com” (which was my first choice for a domain by the way, but it was taken). They can remember that. If you’re saying to yourself that you don’t know if you want to spend the money to get a domain name and hosting because you don’t know if you’re going to stick with it, then you shouldn’t be blogging anyway. You’re just going to write five posts. The first will be a “hello world” post. The second will be a “the weirdest thing happened to me” post, and was the reason you started writing your blog in the first place. The third post will be a questionaire type post where you ask your nonexistant readers about something, because you’re praying that someone will answer. The fourth post will be a “not much happening today” post, the fifth post will be a “sorry I haven’t written in a while” post. There will be no sixth post. Commit to it or don’t do it.
- Don’t write about something you aren’t willing to be confronted on. If you think you have a bulletproof point to make, don’t make it on your blog, because that will be the one post everyone in the world will jump on, and they’ll tear you to shreds. If you’re not willing to hear counterpoints, don’t make a point.
- Get a really awesome design, with a catchy, graphical banner. I think it’s the aesthetic of my blog that brings people back.
- Don’t expect to make any money, because you won’t.
My Secrets
- You can get your first few readers by commenting on other people’s blogs. After that, the only way you’ll get readers is by posting often. And if you ever do a post that says, essentially, “I’m bored,” you are required by law to give your readers their thirty seconds back.
- Blogroll exchanges, link exchanges, and traffic-generating gimmicks are stupid. You might bring over a few readers, but not many. And they won’t stick around.
- Whenever I don’t have something to say, I post a picture of a cat with a hilarious caption, badly spelled. I find my readers can’t get enough of those LOL cats.
- If nobody is commenting, I add comments myself to get the conversation started. Usually, I post with the handle “Asshat,” “Amy,” “Leland,” “Talita,” “Em,” or “Moshizzle.”
You’re welcome to use any of these tips and to refer to my blog in your pamphlet. You can even claim you wrote it yourself, if you want to.
I seriously laughed out loud on that last bullet point.
Question: Does that mean you don’t answer any email?
If nobody is commenting, I add comments myself to get the conversation started. Usually, I post with the handle “Asshat,” “Amy,” “Leland,” “Talita,” “Em,” or “Moshizzle.”
Really funny………
I don’t think I’ve ever thanked someone for keeping me real before.
Thanks, Harlan.
I’m a grammar nazi. I usually re-read everything that I’ve written to make sure I haven’t spelt anything wrong, and that all my grammar is correct.
Then I post. Then I see an error, kick myself, and can’t be arsed to correct it. Such is life.
Harlan, thanks for letting me write a post from time to time here, too. I think that I’ve got your writing style down pat now . . . at least nobody’s commented that “that last post didn’t really sound like you, Harlan.” I’ve got most of the “new job” series finished, but I’m going to e-mail you some additonal questions.
Also, please keep those hilarious kitties comin’. That, and the catchy graphics keep me coming back.
Hey! Lol. Cats.
You’re such a tease! You never post about cats.
“Usually, I post with the handle “Asshat,” “Amy,” “Leland,” “Talita,” “Em,” or “Moshizzle.” ” You forgot to mention Ernest!
Damn, big B is now getting a sevenfer!
I’m seriously hurt. I’ve commented a few times. Perhaps not as much as Mosh, Ass and Leland, but enough. Ughhgh…how can I get through the day now? Isolation score = 10.
oh man
1) I absolutely LOVE the most creative and unusual design at the top of this blog. i would have never thunk it.
2) Thanks about the tip for posting your own comments. I’ve tried. It usually comes automatically with administrator.. Hmmmm. I sure the fuck don’t know how to gyp this thing.
3)try digg. When it works, it works.
4) put some freaking ad sense tags on your site already. At least you can buy a starbucks or two after 3 or 4 months.
Love ya,
Lara
Opps. Just saw the ONE tag. You need to have three.
Hey, you remembered me! Harlan, you’ve got a place on the heart of everyone of us. You really should let us know your adress so I could send you a cake on your birthday. Christ, I would die happy if I did such a thing. Imagine posting a fucking cake to Harlan on Harlan’s birthday. I will spend the rest of my day smiling for this thought.
Your are fun, remind me why were you so very alone?
Amy’s fake?
Well, that rips open the old 1970 wound of waking up on Christmas Eve to get a drink of water to find my dad pulling the ‘Santa Claus’ gifts into the house from the trunk of the car.
I want my mommy.
Haha i feel like a Harlan groupie now.
Herb, if Amy didn’t exist, we’d have to invent her. Just believe.
Harlan, you old master of misdirection. You put in some things that are verifiably real, some that are patently false, and then talk about commenting incognito as people whose identities we have no way of knowing one way or the other about.
I suppose this is as good a time as any for my own faux(?) full disclosure. Lilly and I are actually one and the same. Ha ha, not really — but that might have been funny, don’t you think?
Ernie darlin’, only in one of your very best dreams.
E, are you as boring as you portray yourself here? If so, it’s time to loosen up. Really, take a walk on the wild side and be daring. I know! Take a deep breath, close your eyes and force yourself to type a grammatically incorrect sentence with lots of parenthesis?!
Ha, ha, Ernest. Quite the bon mot. You are developing the reputation here, I’m sure, of being a raconteur par excellence! Did you try that one out on the rest of the boys at the Princeton Club before you wrote it? My, I can picture the rings of smoke rising from their meerschaums, ashes spilling on their waistcoats, as they chortle with glee over another one of your witty juxtapositions. You as Lilly, how drole!
lick me, i think i’m dreaming.
Oh gawd, bon mots are delicious when you sprinkle them on cream of wheat.
Harlan, you didn’t actually say “I’m bored” but you made up a fake email just so you could make up fake advice and then out me that I’m not real.
You know, now that I think about it, the fact that you never comment on comments makes sense if you’re the one doing all the comments. I mean how weird would it be to make up a bunch of comments and then comment on your made up comments?
Also, I didn’t exactly get your point about making points vs. not making points…was that real advice or only real fake advice? Can you elaborate?
I don’t know about that either, Leland, but aren’t the kitty cats cute?
You’re quite a master of intrigue, Harlan. Great post.
I can see I’ve done this site a favor. Lilly, Asshat, et al. have been given more material to work with. (Will you look at that, Lilly — a sentence ending in a preposition. I’ve been liberated.) And Harlan got a decent post in by half-joking with me. Of course, that must mean he was also half-not-joking so I suspect we haven’t had a full rapprochement yet.
My main reason for writing, though, is to cede the affected snob title to Asshat. You play the high-hat twit even better than I do. That was truly top-drawer, old sport.
I’ll end with two questions. 1) If I’m really Lilly or she’s really me (hypothetically), does an adversarial relationship between us make it seem more or less convincing? 2) If you pose as a poser is that like two negatives making a positive; two wrongs making a right?
I fucked Amy. Wait! Was I only masturbating?
One Asshat is plenty, asshat.
Harlan!!! I loved this post.
1. Because I found out why you didn’t email me back.
2. Because you said that I am you!!!
The whole thing made me smile but when I saw you list me as you I giggled out loud. Very nice.
Oh, what I’d give to meet you… Actually. I have an idea. But I’m going to email you.
I am officially addicted. to. you.
Look out Bertha. Amy is coming for Harlan… pun intended.
Yep, Amy’s stalking Harlan. Harlan, look out for women in elevators, particularly those carrying digital cameras and restaurant guides.
Your sarcasm kicks ass!
CC aka Harlan
This was the best post yet! Nice work Man!
Ernest, I believe you will experience rapprochement on Wednesday when you do Bertha. Again, don’t forget the weed-wacker.
Leland, you are shattering my dreams. Of course the email’s real…or something. This waffling thing is driving me bananas.
Lilly, you gave me a welcome reminder. I know V-Day is fast approaching, so Harlan, some freebies:
1) Don’t forget the condoms. We do not want mute, hairy children roaming the countryside reading “Pride And Prejudice”.
2) For god sakes, make sure your face is completely shaved clean. It’s possible that there might be a little damp basement action, and you don’t want to give her thighs a burn. Especially since they probably touch. Unless, of course, you want a reasonable excuse not to send the mouth below. Then stop shaving today.
3) When you start getting antsy-in-the-pantsy, or whenever she’s doing what she’s doing, whether she’s doubling down or bouncing around, try to remember the fifty states by geographical location, as if you had a blank map and you have to fill it in. Then think of which of your readers might live in that state. Then perhaps the capitals. Geography seems to be the big thing that guys CAN concentrate on, and it can hold off the blow. Try it!
H, you forgot to mention that you are also ConGypsCo.
I am one of the forty personalities of Harlan. There’s also a child in here named Mox, but he can’t type yet. He’d like to say “Bertha’s mean. Bertha has hair on her arms like a gorilla. Bertha eats too much. Bertha always smells like doughnuts.”, and then he burped and fell asleep.
This is crazy…a complot!!! Everybody is Harlan.
But still I have some doubts: Asshat, Moshizzle, Amy, please prove that you’re Harlan
that was great!
What no Adam?? I have been here since day 1… :(
Hi there lova’s. I’m so excited for Wednesday I can hardly contain myself. I’m even considering a full body shave. I would get waxed but you’ve borrowed all of my money. I really don’t harbor any ill feelings about this and rejoice in the fact that you all are now celebrating humanness!
Love, hugs and really wet, smooches my loves.
Bertha
PS I can’t wait to wrap my man-finger around your…
Moshizle wrote, “Yeah, you’re absolutely right. I think that most people here give you advice with good intentions because they feel that you’re asking for help. But you definitely have more than your fair share of the crazies. I guess that goes with Bloggie territory.”
I’ll have you know that I did not find Harlan’s blog because of the Bloggies. So your comment is obviously not referring to me.
I found Harlan’s blog because I was trying to find the lyrics to Lou Reed’s “So Alone” but I thought the name of the song, was…you guessed it, “So Very Alone.”
You’ve got to admit, it was a catchy name for a blog, and as you have experienced it, the blog (Harlan, please quit reading now, and skip down to the Lou Reed lyrics) has a train-wreck aspect to it that is absolutely captivating. The first post I read hooked me, because the guy is such a disaster. I mean I can’t look away.
BTW, I used to think that this blog was exactly like the movie “The Wedding Crashers” but now I realize that Harlan is ripping his blog off of Lou Reed. Just substitute, “Harlan” for “she” and B. for “he”.
Lou Reed’s “So Alone”:
She calls on the phone
she says she doesn’t want to be alone
She says it’s making her neurotic
but please don’t mistake it for being erotic
So alone, so all alone
She says let’s go for a walk
we’ll have a drink and maybe we will talk
And he thinks she has possibilities
if she could just put away her rosary
So alone, nobody wants to be alone
But I just didn’t know
I swear to you, I just didn’t know
I would never make you sad
if I had known I never would have
said those things to you
you have to be crazy to say those things to you
Let’s face it I made a mistake
well you know, fools rush in
where angels take a break
I can’t be smart all of the time
and anyway I didn’t know you
were making time over him
To tell you the truth, I forget all about him
And you know, I don’t think it’s nice
asking one man about another man’s vice
I don’t care if you pick my head
as long as we end up in bed
Alone, just the two of us alone
I just didn’t know
I swear to God, I just didn’t know
Can’t you understand that it’s frightening
when you hear women talking about
castrating and hating men
who wants to know about how you hate men
Well, you said now you wanted to dance
so now we’re going to dance
You said that you weren’t complete
but we’re going to put you on your feet
You said that you were very vexed
you told me to forget about sex
You said you liked me for my mind
well, I really love your behind
Oh, get up and boogie, oh baby, get up and dance
Oh, get, get, get, get up and boogie,
baby, oh, get up and dance
Shake your booty, mama, oh, get up and dance
Your points very clear
you’re not one to cry into your beer
Why don’t we go to my place
believe me, I’m very chaste
And I’m so alone, ao all alone
Sure all men are beasts
hey, look, I’ll sit here quietly
and I’ll stare at my feet
I don’t blame you for taking umbrage
with animals staring at your cleavage
So alone, we’re so all alone
Hey, do you mind if I turn out the light
don’t take offense, but why don’t you spend the night
I know your passions run very deep
but at this point we both need sleep
So alone, and who wants to be alone
Whenever I used to see those bumper stickers that say “MEAN PEOPLE SUCK” I used to laugh. There’s no such thing as “MEAN PEOPLE,” I always said. The world is a more complex place than that. Then I came here and began to read the comments on this blog, and I became a believer. Vitriol, thy name is Lilly.
I thought this was pretty funny. You need sound and it’s not safe for work.
http://thisfish.ivillage.com/love/archives/2008/04/if-you-got-a-pet-cat-put-your.html
I would be so sad is Leland, Mo, and Asshat were truly Harlan. It would just prove that Harlan was funny and witty and then Harlan just wouldn’t be Harlan anymore, cause Harlan is just plain weird, lol.
Whoever the hell you are, I love this blog. I really do. The comment section alone is worth remembering to stop by each day.
Come on H, you can do better than a name like Deqz.
Does this mean you’ll have bumper-stickers made with “Lilly Sucks” on them?
After tonight, I’m hopeful that you’ll be all about Bertha sucking, umm…stuff.
ha ha ha….