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Thanks to Bec for her delish post yesterday. In the spirit of reliving my boyhood, I immediately went and smashed three six-year-olds in the face with water balloons. And let me tell you something, those fuckers can run! The Summer of Love continues on tomorrow with none other than Kyra of the newly-designed Shaping My Way. Kyra is looking more lovely than ever and I’m waiting for her husband to catch the ebola virus or something so I have a shot with her. What? I can be very consoling!

It was inevitable. A meeting of the minds can only happen so many times before it must be documented on video for all the world to see. You wonder what the Karl and Hilary dynamic is like in person? Well, here you go, all you can eat, baby!

We talk about everything from social networking to Facebook applications to oral sex to - yes - Jack’s World. Don’t think of it as a little video blog, think of it more as a, show.

Hilly and Karl discuss Blog Accessories from Karl Erikson on Vimeo.

And if you can’t view the video here for whatever reason, here’s a link to the page on Vimeo.

Oh, it’s long. 25 minutes‘ worth of long. But I think you’ll like it. If you get half the laughs that Hilly and I had while making it, it’ll be well worth your time.

Will Jack’s World survive? Will Karl STOP with the fucking Jack’s World twats? Tune in and find out on the first episode of a most likely series of SecondHand Snackiepoo shows. At least a mini-series.

If anyone has any topics they’d like to see Hilly and I feature in a future episode, let me know. Leave a comment with whatever ideas you have.

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Many thanks to Shelli for another great guest post yesterday, as the Summer of Love at 2HT continues. She wrote more about this entire “Alpha Blogger” discussion that’s still going on. Tomorrow it’ll be the DutchBitch herself from the DutchFiles.

I also want to pimp out SecondHand Radio. Another episode is coming up on Sunday afternoon and my guest this week is the drop-dead gorgeous author of Sexography, Carly Milne. I won a copy of her book recently and wish I could tell you I’d have it all read before Sunday, but that’s not gonna happen. But it was Carly’s book that launched April’s grassroots book marketing campaign to help raise money for RAINN.

I have the feeling that we’ll talk about sex a great deal. You know, in between all the fawning and hitting on Carly, of course. I totally want to go out with her.

I realized that in my many detailed recaps of BrittCon last week (they’re easy to find…just click on the Archives above and you’ll see them), I forgot to include some photos. I mean, I forgot to TAKE a few photos and include them.

First is a picture of the cool stress balls (TWKS) I got in Chinatown. “For you? Six dolla!”

They’re very cool and kind of sing/jingle when you play with them. Much like my own balls.

Next is something truly amazing. As you all know, my name is Karl. My last name is Erikson. So it’s not surprising, really, that I’ve spelled my name hundreds of thousands of times in my life to date. Every single school teacher, every single nurse or doctor I’ve seen, every time I’ve registered for a class or a seminar, every time a friend has put me in their cell phone…always with the spelling.

There are different ways to do it, of course.

That’s Karl with a “K”.

Erikson with no C’s.

Karl Erikson - no C’s anywhere. (Which is most always followed by, “What do you mean?”)

Because as soon as I say my name is Karl, whoever is on the other side of the desk or phone starts writing “Carl.” I’m not usually quick enough with the “with a K.” So when I DO say “it’s with a K” they just put a vertical line attached to the C to create some sort of mutant K.

This used to bother me a lot growing up. For a while there, I hated my name because I hated spelling it over and over and over. I really had to spend a lot of time pondering what my domain name would be because of the spelling. After all, it DOES matter when you’re typing in the URL. I thought about secondhandtryptophan.com but that’s even more of a spelling nightmare than Karl. In the end, I said screw it and went with secondhandkarl.com. Obviously. And yeah, if you type in karlerikson.com it forwards here, too. Maybe some day I’ll do something with that domain. I doubt it.

Now I dig my name - it’s unique - and I’m really desensitized to the spelling. In fact, unless it’s something crucial - such as medical records or Social Security or taxes or paychecks - I just don’t even bother spelling it. If I’m at a restaurant, for example, and I give my name to wait on a table, I don’t worry about the spelling. It SOUNDS the same either way, so why spend an extra 5 seconds correcting them? Not worth it.

But one of the things about having a unique name is that you can never find any personalized souvenirs that are spelled “correctly.” If I go to Disneyworld and look for a cup or a magnet or keychain with “Karl” on it, I’m always left out. It’s not disappointing to me any more…it just IS.

Yes, in today’s world, I can easily personalize something with my name spelled correctly, thanks to companies on the Net like Zazzle. But it’s not the same as finding something in a sea of mugs that says “Karl” and not “Carl.”

I have NEVER EVER seen any personalized merchandise with “Karl” on it. EVER.

Until I went to New York City and we went through a souvenir shop full of t-shirts and magnets and mugs and all the other stuff people buy to prove they were actually in NYC.

And when I saw this, I nearly cried.

It’s just a silly little piece of embossed tin. But it says Karl. With a K. And when I saw it, I cried aloud, “Oh my GOD!” Britt and Becky came over to see what the big deal was. And it was/is a big deal, believe me. I explained to them that it was the first and only time I’ve seen my name spelled correctly on a silly little piece of tin (or anything else) and they smiled and said, “Cool” but I don’t think they got it.

I have never spent $5.99 more readily and happily than I did that night. I love my little license plate. And it wouldn’t surprise me, honestly, if I never again experience another personalized souvenir spelled correctly. And I’m perfectly OK with that. I’ll be 42 in a couple of months and I’ve now found something…one thing…spelled correctly.

So Alyson, my lovely daughter, don’t quit looking in stores. All things are possible. Yes, you can curse Dad because I’m the one who picked your first name. Your mom picked your middle name.

Ashley, you’re welcome. You got lucky with a name that’s fairly popular. You can thank your mother for that because I  picked your middle name and your mom picked your first name.

In other news, the NEW iPHONE comes out today! I’m like an excited little kid on Christmas Eve. I want to drive to Orlando’s Apple Store and get an iPhone RIGHT NOW! I’m currently negotiating with Britt and my mother like some foreign trade summit to make this happen. Yes, I’m going to be at Adam’s house on Monday, anyway, but like Veruca Salt I WANT IT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!

And, in other other news, I recently received a huge box from a publishing company, full of lovely goodies. BOOKS!

I won these over at Whit’s place as a Father’s Day package. Thanks, Whit.

Very cool. Lots of books that I wouldn’t buy myself. Some of them sports-related. War books. Books that require me to have more testosterone than I own. But I look forward to reading them. I don’t think I really need the “Dude’s Guide to Pregnancy.” Pretty much have that one covered. Plus, I’ve been fixed and it’s gonna take a hell of a woman to make me go under the knife down THERE again.

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Thanks to SJ for another great guest post here in the Summer of Love. Yes, it’s true, I hate LOLcats AND I hate the “word” w00t. But SJ was able to take both concepts and make me laugh…not easy.

Tomorrow it’ll be Shelli from Shelli’s Sentiments! Woo hoo!

I’ve had people ask me recently why I’m never on chat. It’s true that I am kind of allergic to chatting, though I go through some chat spurts once in a while. Most of the time, chatting is rather boring for me, truth be told. Unless I’m chatting with a good friend like Hilary.

And because it’s such a rare occurrence, me chatting, on the odd occasion I DO get online with my chat client I get barraged with people hitting me up for chat. Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing! Bing! Suddenly there are 15 windows open and I don’t even have enough hair to pull out at the moment. It’s overwhelming.

So there you have it…why Karl hardly ever chats.

I’ve heard the term “Alpha Blogger” batted around the blogiverse for a while now, so it’s nothing new. What IS new is that I’ve recently been labeled an Alpha Blogger myself. Huh? ME?

I don’t know how you could possibly confuse me as an Alpha Blogger. Hell, I don’t even know how you DEFINE Alpha Blogger. So let’s look it up, shall we?

If you look up the definition of Alpha Blogger on Allwords.com you come up with the following:

alpha blogger
noun

1. (internet) A very popular, widely read blogger.

Hmm, okay. That gives us at least a starting point to discuss the term. How, then, do you define “popular” and “widely read?” I get a decent amount of traffic, I suppose, if you’re going to use statistics as a metric. Nothing amazing, really, but I’m happy with the traffic I get.

According to Woopra, I get anywhere from 120-500 unique visitors a day. Nowhere near some people I know, like Jester or Dave, but still.

So is it traffic stats that make you an Alpha Blogger? If so, I don’t think I qualify.

Is it comments? Again, I don’t think I’d qualify. I generally get 20-40 comments a day. Sure, there are some posts that generate more comments, but that’s a common phenomenon on most blogs. When I’m writing a post, I can’t gauge whether or not it’s going to get a ton of comments. Seems to be arbitrary, which ones get more attention than others.

Then there are odd cases like Jester’s blog. During one of his hourly radio shows, we talked about blog traffic and he mentioned he gets quite a lot of hits every day, but very few comments. He gets far more traffic than I do; yet I get far more comments than he does. How the hell does that fit into the Alpha Blogger scheme of things? I have no idea. But he was thrown into the same Alpha Blogger pool that I was.

I admit that when I hear the term Alpha Blogger I kind of get the heebie jeebies. It smacks of elitism somehow, at least when you hear it in the context it’s often used. Someone said recently, “Oh, you’re one of those Alpha Bloggers, aren’t you?” in the same sort of tone you might say, “Oh, I just stepped in dog shit, didn’t I?”

I replied, “Who, me?”

It’s true that I hang with some really good bloggers, some of them with relatively large readerships. Hilly, Miss Britt, Avitable, Dave, Kapgar, and the list goes on and on. But that’s what happens when you reside on the Internets…you connect with people. You find good blogs to read, you comment, and eventually those people check out YOUR blog and hopefully bookmark it. Over time, you become friends and you introduce them to other friends…they introduce YOU to some of THEIR friends, etc. That’s the nature of the Internet.

Everyone has their own little corner of the Internet, populated with their friends. Some of these corners overlap here and there. But MY little corner is certainly not an elite group. It’s not something that “outsiders” can’t get into. (For a nominal fee, of course. *cough*) Really, it’s pretty simple. Write good blog posts on a semi regular basis and you’re pretty much in. Come to TequilaCon or any of the other blogger gettogethers and you’re pretty much in. There’s no secret formula, really. We joke about the PRB (People’s Republic of Blogistan) but really have no idea what the boundaries of this little country are.

But having a little corner in the blogiverse does not make you an Alpha Blogger. Those are totally separate issues and somehow they seem to have gotten lumped together.

Alpha Bloggers, to me, are people like Heather Armstrong, Robert Scoble, Arianna Huffington, and Seth Godin. People in the Technorati Top 100. They get mega traffic and are probably raking in the major money from their blogs, too.

Don’t get me wrong, I’d LOVE to be an Alpha Blogger. More specifically, I’d love to make a living from my blog. But that’s not the case. As it is, I get enough to cover my monthly blogging costs, but that’s about it.

If anything, I’m a C-List Blogger. Or a SecondHand Blogger. And that’s just fine. For now.

What do you think? Am I an Alpha Blogger? What defines an “Alpha Blogger” for you? Is it a clique thing or a popularity thing? Both? Go ahead and discuss. I really want to know. I mean, if I’m going to belong to a club I think I ought to know how the hell I got in in the first place.

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