Jun 10 2009

Who Are We?

Published by dlister

Bring us your un-read, un-followed and un-sponsored.  We post when we want and what we want. We often forget to digg, stumble, kirtsy or tweet. Don’t look to us for links or product placements. We just don’t have the time or energy. And besides, it’s mostly just our moms and other relatives who read us.

We are Alma and Sara. We have monikers and avatars, but are pretty sure no one will remember them anyway.

We are not your average bloggers. But we own the D-List.

7 responses so far

7 Responses to “Who Are We?”

  1. caitlinon 07 Jul 2009 at 1:36 pm

    You guys are too funny. I just got pitched some sort of house paint that absorbs odors. Am I in?

  2. dlisteron 07 Jul 2009 at 1:46 pm

    I suppose, but then again, you did get pitched for *something* which is better than nothing.

  3. Clarissa Nassaron 08 Jul 2009 at 8:17 pm

    you are who I will be looking for at blogher! :)

  4. excruciatinglyon 15 Jul 2009 at 12:16 am

    But, see…you’re actually AT BlogHer, whereas some of we truly underperforming bloggers can hardly be bothered to post at all…effing Drupal. As my husband likes to say, “Back in my day, it wasn’t called ‘blogging’, it was ‘updating yer web-site.’”

  5. workaholic mamaon 28 Jul 2009 at 10:50 pm

    i have zero cred. am i in?? i put the d-list badge on my blog…i stole it. i want to be part of the cool kids club. xo vanessa

  6. Condo Blueson 04 Aug 2009 at 10:48 am

    I went to BlogHer and was largely ignored by the Powers That Be because I don’t have Mommy in the title of my blog. On day two I got a little attention, the networking was paying off and I felt better. The day after I got home from BlogHer I find out that Blogger blocked my blog URL and marked it as spam! That counts, doesn’t it?

  7. Single Mom Surviveson 21 Sep 2009 at 1:18 pm

    Whoa – I saw the name and knew this was finally the place for me. At least until someone creates the F-List. Sign me up. Let me know if you need my blood type and next of kin listed. I’m taking a badge and running off with it. I promise, you won’t feel a thing.

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