My business cards are cooler than yours…
While I have great appreciation for the “kickass bloggers” bloggers statement on Jeremy Wright’s business cards, I think mine are simply cooler:
No matter what Aaron might have to say about it…
Matt Craven is the former editor & publisher of The Blog Herald. Currently, Matt is the co-founder of Bryghtpath LLC, a consulting practice located in Woodbury, Minnesota. Matt's presently looking for new blogging gigs. Ping him at matt (at) bryghtpath dot com. You can follow him on Twitter.
Actually, they both have their appeal.
Although the “stupid fuck” quote is a bit off putting.
seeing the two cards and being objective, there’s a clear winner here and it’s the “stupid fuck” card.
BTW Matt, is that really what you have on the back of your card? If so, a big gonzo high five for you.
How’s Krug handling his drinks – under the table yet?
of course, DK can’t be drunk – you’re off to San Jose on Wednesday night. my mistake.
Can anyone join in this blogger business card war or only senior ranking bloggers?
You’re no fun :)
That’s really my business card :)
Send them over, I’ll post them :)
These folks are as fickle as the shifting winds. :) Clearly, Jeremy had a better card! :D
Seeing I’m your newest “star” columnist (did you see all the comments I got, eh!) I expect you to send me one of your cards off to me in the mail. :)
This I gotta see and have.
How much does it cost for an envelope and stamp to Australia? I’ll PayPal ya…
37signals has all of you beat.
And if you crazy bloggers ever cared to attend SXSW where all the best designers get together, you would see cards made of metal, wood, plastic in shapes like teardrops, circles, triangles, etc. I’ve got a drawer full of my friend’s cards that are astounding.
The coolest business card I’ve seen was a “print” on a piece of chocolate. Needless to say it’s a stupid idea since you don’t want people to eat it, or it won’t stay solid in your wallet/pocket, but in the persons’ defence it was a one-time thing. ;)
My business card is way cooler. It’s branded into the side of a cow. Imagine passing that out at parties.