With all the newspaper stuff happening I wanted to write something along those lines, like, “Citizen Journalism: Your Civic Duty,” or something lame like that.
I was going to recommend PodCamp London (not lame) coming up in April, tip my hat to the encouraging progress the London Free Press is making (with people there starting to appreciate citizen journalists a little more), and twist your arm to start using using Twitter so you can get involved in these exciting developments too (not to mention the increasingly fluid and lively local debates between pros and indies).
But then it occurred to me that the only people who would read this are already part of the community I’m trying to introduce you… er, I guess, what I mean is you already know all this, because if you’re reading this you probably got here via Twitter and are already signed up for PodCamp London, etc.
I feel like I should do more to drive traffic your way, but I don’t really have any traffic to drive anywhere. I have you (certainly not to be sneezed at) and maybe the odd vagrant passing through, care of errant Google searches.
So building on last night’s post, I’m thinking I’ve got to park this ”thinking smart and good and sensible” routine for a while and hustle some love up in this biatch – starting by using more 90′s gangsta rap slang, which the kids seem to go absolutely crazy over.
Expect to see some obvious attempts to clone Chuck Klosterman, along with plenty of failed and unfunny jokes, offensive language, things that just don’t make any sense, celebrity sex videos, posts titled “UFC 93 Free Live Stream!” that make your cheap ass go around and around in circles, exclamatory statements, and much more as I explore fantastic strategies for success!
