30 responses so far ↓

• 1 David Bradley Science Writer // Mar 1, 2007 at 1:29 am

  Achilles was a heel, no doubt about it. He spent his youth winging it, but when it came to the crunch he always went running back to mommy for a feed. He was a true script-kiddy, blogging his way through life. But on that fateful day he new his pal Icharus would surely burn.

• 2 andy cochrane // Mar 2, 2007 at 1:56 pm

  “As he typed the opening lines of what he knew was to become the Greatest American Novel, Frank suddenly realized the secret to the Universe, the one thing that every man, woman and child on the planet would need to know… (click here to read the full entry on Frank’s Blog)”

• 3 Jonic // Mar 5, 2007 at 6:46 am

  Andy: That is genius!

• 4 MrBrownThumb // Mar 5, 2007 at 9:17 am

  Cool contest idea!

• 5 Brian Mead // Mar 6, 2007 at 1:07 am

  He was about to hit the enter button to post his latest podcast, sweat making the keys slippery, wondering if anybody actually listened would actually do anything about what he just admitted to doing with a head of cabbage, a bottle of bleach, and that annoying next door neighbor lady who was way too snoopy to be allowed to know what she found out tonight.

• 6 Bud Caddell // Mar 7, 2007 at 1:06 pm

  From the moment she walked in the door and let down her hair, he was hooked, hooked on those warm blonde locks drenched in the sun filtering through the cheap plastic blinds, hooked on that shade of blonde that reminded him of the icons on the site he was feverishly posting and reposting his newest blog post, the one with the image of Britney Spears with the sign of the beast so artfully photoshopped on her bare skull, so hooked that he knew, from that moment, that she was the only real linkbait he\’d ever known, and that he digged her.

• 7 Michael Bongais // Mar 7, 2007 at 6:36 pm

  The more love goes deep into your heart, the more it stays. Thus, the more pain goes deep into your ***., the more it hurts…So, you still want to experience love and pain? (Read the rest of this entry…)

• 8 Jim Musgrave // Mar 7, 2007 at 10:53 pm

  He had finally discovered a way to hack into Dr. Timothy Leary\’s web site, and as he slipped the snippet of FeedBurner code into the HTML, a sudden rush of infinite awareness hit him, and he knew he was linked forever into the psychodelic whir of code that emitted odors, sounds that had color, and Tim Leary\’s eternally electric ass, sitting on his face, passing the wind of a vibrating Nirvana!

• 9 Darren // Mar 8, 2007 at 9:13 am

  Hi All,
  Here is my entry for your approval,
  http://flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=414688263&size=o

  thanks
  Darren

• 10 Jay // Mar 8, 2007 at 12:22 pm

  [The screen is black but you hear sirens and news crews.] The narrator says, “He couldn’t eat wheat, he had Celiac Disease. But today was the day he had waited 35 years for. The vaccine had arrived, the foods that he had watched his friends eat for years was finally his for the taking.” Then the opening scene of a normal looking 35 year old, is in a Duncan Donuts surrounded by cops. His face and shirt are a mess, the shelves are empty, the staff has been evacuated, and he is not wearing pants. These donuts…have been violated in ways that are not describable on network news channels.

• 11 Jason Bartholme // Mar 8, 2007 at 8:10 pm

  Here is a photo for the Chicago skyline. I set the camera on the night setting, put it on a small tripod, and hit the trigger.

  http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j179/ShadeeJake/IMGP0177.jpg

  That photo has been purchased and been used in a major print campaign to promote an exposition. Pretty cool seeing that the shot was very incidental.

• 12 Justin Kownacki // Mar 9, 2007 at 1:25 am

  “Blogging,” he heard her say, mumbled and imprecise, uttered through clenched teeth, not unlike the teeth of a mangy canine who’d been neglected by its master for years on end until it finally snapped and tore through the pantry like a whirling dervish (of the caffeinated variety); “blogging will set us free.”

• 13 Michael Bongais // Mar 9, 2007 at 3:50 am

  Grab the blog as bragged by the frog. But the blog bragged by the frog was grabbed by the crab who nabbed the frog. Who shall grab the blog now the frog was nabbed by the crab? Get twisted..Get robbed. Grab my blog.

• 14 Mark Howson // Mar 9, 2007 at 3:19 pm

  The darkness overwhelmed even the slyest hedgehog as the flags eroded and the internet connections plummeted into a deadly silence. Comcast had overcharged another customer, making a total of 10,000 in a month, Verizon still didn\’t understand the difference between .002 dollars and .002 cents, and Sprint where… well, still Sprint. The FeedBurner really was burning feeds. It was the year of the DST bug. It was the death of technology as we know it. But Bob the Bunny didn\’t care.

• 15 Derrick Daye // Mar 9, 2007 at 8:40 pm

  I\’m sorry. I\’m going to have to bust out something different here…

  Blogger’s Rap

  Feeds that don’t burn
  Pages that don’t turn
  Posts that may never stick-

  Atoms that don’t split
  Pixels that won’t quit
  Splogs that aren’t legit-

  Searches that don’t find
  Blogs that steal time
  Links to make a dime
  Abused but I want more hits-

  Spam without the ham
  Fame with a web cam
  Subscribers on my list-

  Flares that can’t be lit
  Keys burning my fingertips-

  Widgets on my mind
  Phat comments would be fine
  Words fused to make a rhyme
  8 Mile never blogged like this-

  Total Stats Pro
  TechBrew in the know
  Wife’s home gotta go -
  Pick the one with tha flow -

• 16 docmike7 // Mar 10, 2007 at 2:04 pm

  hi and congratulations on pulling a catchy limerick out of your mind.
  This is the first of many posts
  I hope to make here. Actually, I hadn\\\’t been aware of the blog potential
  until about three weeks ago. Was I in a cave? That is the subject of another blog. Good luck and I will look forward to reading more of your work.

• 17 Carlon // Mar 10, 2007 at 2:37 pm

  The chief had finally been ratted out by some blogger who no doubt had a feed to thousands of other rats who would have ratted the chief out much earlier if only they had a decent feedburner feed, but didn’t because their ratting had gotten the guys in the tech department who knew about such things fired.

• 18 Zac Echola // Mar 11, 2007 at 2:12 pm

  I knew it the moment she walked into my office that night; her lips scarlet red, her hair a bellowing fountain of glowing blond curls, the clacks of her stiletto Blahniks piercing through empty air, floating towards me like Cupid\’s lustful arrows: She definitely wasn\’t here to talk about my Battlestar Galactica blog.

• 19 Zac Echola // Mar 11, 2007 at 2:29 pm

  (EDIT: to use the proper word: billow, not bellow)

  I knew it the moment she walked into my office that night; her lips scarlet red, her hair a billowing fountain of glowing blond curls, the clacks of her stiletto Blahniks piercing through empty air, floating towards me like Cupid’s lustful arrows: She definitely wasn’t here to talk about my Battlestar Galactica blog.

• 20 Hot Burning Link-Love // Mar 12, 2007 at 6:15 am

  It was link-love at first site. I was playing the field, cruising the blogosphere when he breached my barriers, leaving my senses - and bloglist - panting and wide open to his hot posts.

  I confess: I wasn\’t safe-surfing. Taking a plunge, going all the way had seemed inconceivable. After all, no individual could come close to fulfilling my insatiable needs - regular intellectual stimulation, clever amusements, consistent variety, and a certain je ne sais quois - all in one feed. Could they?

  So I satisfied my cravings by flirting. Sometimes under assumed identities, I submitted teasers here, come-hither invitations to my space there. I even used sugar daddies (like Blogger services and affiliate programs) and young bucks (like FeedBurner) to troll farther and wider, glam up my act, and collect pennies for my thoughts. Whoever, whatever sexy, clever, dapper prospect caught my fancy was fair game.

  But my charms were bounded, for my jealously guarded blogroll was another tale altogether. That precious treasure chest, like a princess in a moat-encircled tower guarded by a firebreathing dragon, remained off limits. To all but The One, my vault would remain that way, locked down tightly, untouched, unpenetrated. Nay, it would never be sullied by common streamers who might exploit my vulnerability, paw at my posts, seed my feeds with imperfect, classless content and leave me in the lurch, mayhaps taking advantage by servicing other sites while consuming - even reserving - my sweet feeds.

  Then along came my powerful, virile, hot! prince. He proved, at first blush, that he held the key to unlock my bloglist. I\’m no gold digger, but his robust, content-rich blog posts made me swoon and beg for more. Barely able to pull away long enough to eat, sleep or work, I ravenously collected every scrap of his RSS, ATM and XML feeds I could find, devouring every morsel on contact, and subscribing multiple feedreaders and email accounts to ensure I could go back for more and not a byte would escape.

  That\’s how his podcasts hooked me. Each episode stimulated my senses, searing itself into my sensibilities, evoking feelings and thoughts I never knew were possible. They drove me wild. They inspired me, too, to find novel, creative ways to please and keep him coming back for more.

  I have not ceased to tease. In fact, my new love has transformed me into a femme fatale extraordinaire. My burn feeds are now piping hot, charming and reaching ever-expanding audiences far and wide.

  My frenzy for feeds and openness to posts, however, are reserved for Him. I\’ll never group blog or cheat on His and my commitment to devote our blogrolls to each other, thereby publicly declaring our exclusive union, forevermore.

  Some of our feeds are private, but share most of our link-love openly; although sometimes titillating, even naughty, neither stream of posts and podcasts is dirty or shameful. Moreover, we like addressing and expanding the horizons of our large and growing audience, and knowing they are reading, watching, listening, commenting, subscribing (and even imitating us) makes burning feeds all the more pleasurable.

• 21 LITTLE BLOG OF HORRORS // Mar 12, 2007 at 7:30 am

  My blog-podcast is killing me. It\’s got to be stopped, by any means necessary.

  It\’s a tough job, but someone\’s go to do it. With every RSS, ATOM and XML feed subscription, the feedmonster\’s fast-growing tendrils grow more bloated, branching farther into every reach of the World Wide Web. The voracious beast reminds me of Audrey, Jr., the carnivorous butterwort-Venus Flytrap plant that enslaved - and eventually devoured - its creator (Seymour) and others in the THE LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS.

  I, like Seymour, have become enslaved by my creation.

  What started as a sideline is now sucking me dry, constantly demanding fresh content, blogroll links, widgets and tweaks to keep up with FeedBurner\’s and other enablers\’ never-ending stream of new offerings. I could live with that, if only supplementing original content with syndicated feeds and spliced-in audio-visual from other sources would satisfy the beast.

  Unfortunately, a little care and feeding and seeding in outside content is no longer enough. I\’ve created a monster.

  Echoing Seymour, I pleaded with the feedmonster: \

• 22 anand // Mar 13, 2007 at 2:31 am

  hi this contest good for heart

• 23 alec // Mar 14, 2007 at 8:20 am

  As he begged and pleaded for the one thing that sustained his life form — bloggitry — he wondered internally what level he would stoop to for his art. And he realized, he would JO on his webcam just for a subscriber to his feedburner feed.

• 24 Preheated // Mar 14, 2007 at 11:23 am

  My legs are crossed now, but how long can I keep these thighs together when my brain and body stir with the certainty that Mark\’s unprofessional proposition will beget a beautiful Blog post?

• 25 Carolyn Burns Bass // Mar 14, 2007 at 6:22 pm

  They say that breaking up is hard to do, Ethan knew, he knew it was true, so he wrote up a blog, posted in blue, sent it RSS and broke my heart in two.

• 26 jonsey // Mar 15, 2007 at 10:01 am

• 27 Ron Rementilla // Mar 15, 2007 at 10:09 am

  I did a Feedburner logo Car Freshner, papercraft style.

  Slideshow:
  http://www.flickr.com/photos/paperkraft/sets/72157600001319647/show/

  Photo Page
  http://www.flickr.com/photos/paperkraft/sets/72157600001319647/

• 28 Jacob Share // Mar 15, 2007 at 1:38 pm

  As the silver bullet entered his chest, the Werewolf\’s entire blog history flashed before his eyes - the victims\’ names dripping off the RSS feed, sandwiched between posts about his feeding frenzies - just long enough for one thought to linger; \’FeedBurner, oh why didn\’t I…\’ but he was no more.

• 29 Jacob Share // Mar 15, 2007 at 1:51 pm

  Pa: \’What do you call a big fat farm animal that loves mud and eats from a trough so fast that sparks could fly?\’

  Son: \’A feedburner?\’

  Pa: \’No, a pig. What the heck\’s a feedburner?\’

• 30 kam // Mar 15, 2007 at 6:12 pm

  On the horizon sits the islands of the Blogocropolis. Lights cascading through the limitless connections they talk to each other through incorporeal identities. Islands rich in resources feed off each other in syncretic bewilderment. Planted contributions fruit the cultures of the future and edify the voice within.

  `kam :: mediaslate.ca :: subfreq@gmail.com