Oooooh! Ooooooh! Can barely talk! So excited! My swag came! My swag came! The giveaways that I’ll be handing out at BlogHer came today. SQUEEEEEE!!!!!
When I saw the box on my doorstep tonight I had just one thought: “Oh please don’t let them look lame.” (They are SO not lame.)
And, oh, they’re even better than I could have hoped. They even won over my biggest skeptic (Alex), who thought I was a bloody raving lunatic for paying for giveaways to hand out to strangers at a blogging convention all the way across the country. (Alex, we crossed the lunacy bridge a looooong time ago.)
After I opened the box and saw them I had many more thoughts, including a long (well, not too long, they just came today) internal struggle as to whether to show you what they are.
On one hand, surprises are awesome. Who doesn’t love surprises?
On the other hand, maybe if I show you all some photos, by the time BlogHer rolls around, the buzz will have built to a frenzy and I’ll be overrun by fellow bloggers wanting to get some of my swag. And consequently reading my blog.
Then it occurred to me that Sarah showed us her swag last year before BlogHer and I still want one of her bottle openers. And frankly, if Sarah jumped off of a cliff, I would be all, “Hey, can I get in on that?” because Sarah is just that cool.
And then I thought, well ShallowGal already told us she’s getting us all toasters. (Seriously, if I don’t get a toaster, there’s going to be hell to pay. I’m not kidding around here. It’s not nice to tease.)
So I decided that I’ll jump on that bandwagon and show you the swag, but you’re going to have to work for it. So, without further ado:
Which of the following do you think Stimey will be passing out at BlogHer ’08?
a) A baseball cap?
a) Not hats. Too bulky. And too expensive. (Not like toasters. Those are almost free, I hear.)
b) Not foam fingers. Too “Hey, I have a crappy Technorati rank!”
c) Not stress balls. I need all of those for myself.
d) Not plastic beer mugs. I don’t need to be buying all the drinks. Mostly because I spent all of my money on swag.
e) Not keychains. ‘Cause I’d lose ’em before I left DC. And I’d have to be all, “Now where did I put my 200 sets of keys? Alex, did you move my 200 sets of keys?”
f) Awesome luggage tags? Oh, hell yeah.