The Erick Sermon of Blogging
The brown-eyed bandit can't stand it ...
I've decided that I should be the keynote speaker for BlogWorld 2012. It should also be held in Los Angeles, since I don't really have much interest in domestic travel (unless they hold it, say, somewhere really fly and they'll comp my whole family).
Anyway, yeah, I should be the keynote speaker. The topic of my speech will be a closely guarded secret until I step on stage, when the screen will light up with the display for it. It'll be awesome.
Why should I get such a huge stage from which to speak? When there's Huffington and Guy Kawasaki and Koz and even The Bloggess, why should they invite a guy who only had one book on the market as of 2009 and works on a website for a major nonprofit in a wholly non-creative capacity? The reason why is because, basically, I'm the Erick Sermon of blogging (and the whole internet, really, as I've done it all from telnetting into MUDs to building the bricks that make the web to doing tech support at Earthlink).
How so? Like E-Dub, I've got a respectable underground following (in both urban music circles and comics) but have rarely penetrated the mainstream. Like the Green-Eyed Bandit, I've gone gold but never platinum (at one point, I estimated that around 50,000 people a week read my work between the community newspaper I ran and two web columns, and I have more than 204,000 blog views on MySpace alone, which is none-too-shabby). Long before anybody ever put together "word" and "press," I was writing a weekly summary of my dating life called "Love Notes" on my Geocities site (which has now even mostly disappeared from the Wayback Machine), as far back as 1998, writing the pages individually in raw HTML and frames for the love of pie, much like Sermon put it down in the formative days of hip hop. On the strength of my opinions alone, I've been hired by not one but two major pop culture sites (two years at Underground Online and many, many more at Comic Book Resources -- much like Clive Davis' J Records brought on Def Squad. Don't even get me started on all the places my work's appeared, from Morphizm on out. I have a MySpace user number in the low six figures (the higher the number, the later you got on board), I was on Friendster before it invented the fail whale, and I'm all over Twitter like Jack Nicholson's all over 27-year-old starlets and bad calls at the Staples Center. All of that's similar to how many hits and stars have seen Erick Sermon's influence on their way to super stardom (despite the disturbing fact that my 19-year-old brother thought the only "hit" he'd ever had was "Music" after seeing it on the TV show Platinum -- which got a bad rap, by the way, no pun intended). Like the E-R-I-C-K, I've said things and done things some might think are wrong and I'm still here to tell the tale.
Dude, I'm kind of a big deal.
So I need a few more feathers for my cap and then they'll have to pick up the mickey fickey phone and dial. I'm working on two at once as Director of Online Marketing for Stranger Comics (the website's coming along, kids), which I'll have some more news about soon. I'm also throwing down in a major way here and on The Hundred and Four. It should be fine.
This is where you come in. You're reading this blog, so either you hate my freaking guts (which I'm totally cool with, by the way) or because you think my writing's pretty cool. Or you could be an ex stalking me, or some other type of weirdo stalking me, or in some very rare and unusual cases, you're somebody who dated or wants to date somebody I know and think that following whatever I write will give you some insight into them. Strange but true, it's happened, which reinforces my basic thesis: if you're so dope that you can make other people you just know parenthetically more visible on the global information marketplace, like semen on a blue dress, you're kind of the business, joe.
In any case, it's your job to a) get Blogworld 2012 to Los Angeles and b) get me put on as keynote speaker. As a reward for doing this, anybody who shows up at my keynote in 2012 and references this blog, I will take your email address and contact you so you can either get a hard or soft copy of an exclusive short story from my fourth book (which is about 25% written before I realized I needed to finish some of the other books first) The Last Testament, one that has never been seen by anyone outside of my disturbingly small "read this and make sure I'm not a complete hack" group of professional writers and editors.
My job? Continuing to support my brand position and drivin' y'all crazy with the stuff coming out of my brain.
We can do this! Let's get it crackin' and I'll see you at the LA Convention Center in fall 2012!
Playing (Music): "Bad Habits" by Maxwell
I've decided that I should be the keynote speaker for BlogWorld 2012. It should also be held in Los Angeles, since I don't really have much interest in domestic travel (unless they hold it, say, somewhere really fly and they'll comp my whole family).
Anyway, yeah, I should be the keynote speaker. The topic of my speech will be a closely guarded secret until I step on stage, when the screen will light up with the display for it. It'll be awesome.
Why should I get such a huge stage from which to speak? When there's Huffington and Guy Kawasaki and Koz and even The Bloggess, why should they invite a guy who only had one book on the market as of 2009 and works on a website for a major nonprofit in a wholly non-creative capacity? The reason why is because, basically, I'm the Erick Sermon of blogging (and the whole internet, really, as I've done it all from telnetting into MUDs to building the bricks that make the web to doing tech support at Earthlink).
How so? Like E-Dub, I've got a respectable underground following (in both urban music circles and comics) but have rarely penetrated the mainstream. Like the Green-Eyed Bandit, I've gone gold but never platinum (at one point, I estimated that around 50,000 people a week read my work between the community newspaper I ran and two web columns, and I have more than 204,000 blog views on MySpace alone, which is none-too-shabby). Long before anybody ever put together "word" and "press," I was writing a weekly summary of my dating life called "Love Notes" on my Geocities site (which has now even mostly disappeared from the Wayback Machine), as far back as 1998, writing the pages individually in raw HTML and frames for the love of pie, much like Sermon put it down in the formative days of hip hop. On the strength of my opinions alone, I've been hired by not one but two major pop culture sites (two years at Underground Online and many, many more at Comic Book Resources -- much like Clive Davis' J Records brought on Def Squad. Don't even get me started on all the places my work's appeared, from Morphizm on out. I have a MySpace user number in the low six figures (the higher the number, the later you got on board), I was on Friendster before it invented the fail whale, and I'm all over Twitter like Jack Nicholson's all over 27-year-old starlets and bad calls at the Staples Center. All of that's similar to how many hits and stars have seen Erick Sermon's influence on their way to super stardom (despite the disturbing fact that my 19-year-old brother thought the only "hit" he'd ever had was "Music" after seeing it on the TV show Platinum -- which got a bad rap, by the way, no pun intended). Like the E-R-I-C-K, I've said things and done things some might think are wrong and I'm still here to tell the tale.
Dude, I'm kind of a big deal.
So I need a few more feathers for my cap and then they'll have to pick up the mickey fickey phone and dial. I'm working on two at once as Director of Online Marketing for Stranger Comics (the website's coming along, kids), which I'll have some more news about soon. I'm also throwing down in a major way here and on The Hundred and Four. It should be fine.
This is where you come in. You're reading this blog, so either you hate my freaking guts (which I'm totally cool with, by the way) or because you think my writing's pretty cool. Or you could be an ex stalking me, or some other type of weirdo stalking me, or in some very rare and unusual cases, you're somebody who dated or wants to date somebody I know and think that following whatever I write will give you some insight into them. Strange but true, it's happened, which reinforces my basic thesis: if you're so dope that you can make other people you just know parenthetically more visible on the global information marketplace, like semen on a blue dress, you're kind of the business, joe.
In any case, it's your job to a) get Blogworld 2012 to Los Angeles and b) get me put on as keynote speaker. As a reward for doing this, anybody who shows up at my keynote in 2012 and references this blog, I will take your email address and contact you so you can either get a hard or soft copy of an exclusive short story from my fourth book (which is about 25% written before I realized I needed to finish some of the other books first) The Last Testament, one that has never been seen by anyone outside of my disturbingly small "read this and make sure I'm not a complete hack" group of professional writers and editors.
My job? Continuing to support my brand position and drivin' y'all crazy with the stuff coming out of my brain.
We can do this! Let's get it crackin' and I'll see you at the LA Convention Center in fall 2012!
Playing (Music): "Bad Habits" by Maxwell
Labels: awesomeness, blogging, blogworld 2012
posted by Hannibal Tabu, The Operative at
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2 Comments:
2012. I'm putting it on my calendar.
The Bloggess commented on my blog.
After I woke up from fainting, this practically made my freakin' day!
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