“Playing it safe is the riskiest choice we can ever make.“
— Sarah Ban Breathnach
(Might as well quote Oprah, Le Clown…)
Did you notice? Look again on the sidebar… Le Clown removed the bling bling! The Freshly Pressed and Featured on the Daily Post fanfare is down. A little less white noise, a little more freedom.
(Oh my god Le Clown is going mad…)
Le Clown will be putting his focus on words and building our community.
(But Le Clown, Freshly Pressed will get you noticed and bring more readers your way?)
There was a time when Le Clown had WordPress tattooed on his heart. Le Clown believes WordPress offers the best content management system on the internet, but he’s not so sure their Freshly Pressed nominations highlight enough diversity, or do any more than bring 48 hours of traffic that doesn’t generate a new loyal readership, but rather people barging in and leaving a link to their blog.
(But Le Clown, are you saying Freshly Pressed is going vanilla?)
What’s wrong with Vanilla? Vanilla is the most popular ice cream flavour in North America and Europe! It is the most delicious flavour in the world because everyone eats it, and everyone eats it because it is the most delicious flavour in the world.
(Le Clown Douche, stop playing with us… Do you or don’t you like vanilla?)
I’m indifferent to vanilla. I consulted a Home Depot representative last weekend to look at vanilla swatch cards. “Show me your best vanilla, from the best paint company you carry.” He showed his best vanilla, and suggested I visit the Pantone website to play with colours. I entered vanilla, and I was given a few variations, including this one:
It might have been an implicit association, but I typed beige, just to amuse myself… And I got this:
Vanilla is a variant shade of beige! It’s more of the same, not edgy. But edgy is not the opposite of vanilla, or the infallible and almighty seal of quality: edgy challenges complacency and provokes reflection and encourages change.
(Ah…You hate beige!)
I don’t hate beige… Beige reminds me of Gap khaki pants. When I think of beige, I think of a Gap Man:
He’s inoffensive enough, isn’t he? He’s cute, clean, lives in Miami at 108-8420 Palm Terrace, and tips well. But Le Clown likes his vanilla crunchier:
Le Clown wants to have fun the way Pendleton Ward has fun, or the way Le Clown thinks he has fun when he sits with the Adventure Time creative team. Don’t get Le Clown wrong, surely Pendleton occasionally gets kicked out of the executive office with a “What the hell were you thinking, Pen! You need to make Jake‘s nostrils vanilla!” But Le Clown wants to take those criticisms, walk back to his team, plot the new world with them while masticating vanilla beans, finger-grooming his insanely long beard, and doodling the CEO into a Candy Kingdom character that will end up being consumed by the Glitch.
(Le Mad Clown, how will you do that?)
Le Clown will only write two posts a week, including one for his vanilla-flavoured 400 RPM series, the all-natural vanilla-flavoured 400 RPM with specks of colour, not the pure-white artificial variety. Le Clown will share half the reigns of Black Box Warnings with his friend Melanie (together they will doodle mental health on paper made out of unicorn poop). Le Clown will tighten The Outlier Collective bearings with his long-time partner in crime, Madame Weebles.
(More changes… Le Clown, you just won’t stop…)
In perpetual movement. Wait until he tells you about his new Boy Not Found Tumblr project, and a new creative collective blog with David Dixon and friends…
(What? Are you leaving WordPress?)
Like-minded souls, and curious ones: let’s play. Le Clown wants to nourish this community with you, each morning over coffee, away from the bling bling. And in the spirit of building this mecca together, Le Clown pulled the plug on his blogroll.
(Dude, there’s nothing wrong with a blogroll where you showcase your favourite bloggers…)
I do have favourite bloggers. I know who they are and that’s plenty. When Le Clown reads something magnificent™, he will add it to Carnies’ Corner. But under this circus tent, we are all carnies.
…Well you are. I am Le Fucking Clown.
(Get over yourself.)