Triberr — if you haven’t already heard — is the fucking bomb.
Just to be clear — I Love Triberr!
If you are a blogger, and you AREN’T on Triberr, I don’t really see you moving anywhere. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but you’re really making an ass-hat decision. I’d be a bitch to let that go unsaid.
Friends don’t let friends avoid Triberr. You’re welcome.
I Love Triberr — Reason #1: Expansion
I have experienced more growth on my blog than I would have ever believed possible, all due to Triberr. Let’s face it, I’m not exactly a professional here. I have no wisdom to impart beyond “Don’t be a dick!” And that was already turned into a THING by the uber-fabulous Wil Wheaton.
Which means really I can teach you nothing that you shouldn’t already know.
What I’m tiptoeing around is the fact that I’m quite aware my silly little no-niche bloggy-blog should be less than successful. But because of Triberr, it’s not. It’s expanding.
*and there was much tossing of glitter*
I Love Triberr — Reason #2: Easy-Peasy-ness
Among the many things I despise, new program / technology types of things are right at the top. Somewhere between world hunger and running out of bread. I’m not slow to pick up on computer-ish stuff, but for some reason I totally *AM* slow to dive into new stuff in the first place.
Once I’m in the pool, it’s all good. I can swim the shit out of anything I put my mind to. But walking up to the edge… yeah, not so much. I don’t do that whole diving board maneuver.
So ease of use is a big deal, because it makes sticking in my toes all the more pleasant an experience.
As new applications go, Tribber is tops. Everything is well labeled and simple to figure out. It’s set up so that leaders can easily explain things to newbs, and so that newbs don’t choke on anything.
I might spend 20 minutes per day on Triberr — it’s that quick! — and I can move through the various applications like a knife through butter. Smooth, baby.
I Love Triberr — Reason #3: Interaction
Even as easy as they make it, there will always be glitches or complications or exceptions or updates where shit moves around now-n-again. This is The World 4 Realz, lest we forget. But when something crops up that you can’t solve yourself, you aren’t alone.
Dan and Dino, the awesome co-founders of Triberr, are so easily accessible it’s insane. I truly fear for them. There are some seriously effed up loons running around loose out there, surely a few of which will eventually come stalk these guys.
All right, in the spirit of honesty, I’ll come clean. I am one of those loons. And I totally stalk them.
They talk to me on Twitter. They answered my call the one time I was brave enough to get Skyped. They respond to all my emails and bonfires.
And also? Generous huggers. I can’t wait to see them again!
I Love Triberr — Reason #4: Relationships
The first couple tribes I ever joined are filled with the most excellent of people. We are very friendly with each other outside of Triberr, and I feel like some of them are truly among those I call “Friend” IRL. The relationships I’ve made via Triberr are amaze-balls.
If anyone leaves a cry for help in one of the forums, all the tribe members are very quick to respond. I should know, because I’ve been on both sides of that equation.
Networking has become much easier, too, thanks to Triberr. I have made not only friends, but work-type connections through this awesome program. Not to say that I’m a professional — I would hate to even hint at that description of myself — but you should know that it’s where the professionals go to GET. SHIT. DONE.
I Love Triberr — Reason #5: Ideas
Every once in a while, my well runs dry. I get bored of my own thoughts. I grow weary of my personality. Not like in a depressive kind of way, just in a… well… Andi-Roo isn’t the end-all, be-all of them internets, you know?
You may find this hard to believe, but sometimes I have to look outside my own glittery soul and see what else is getting all shiny out there in the world. Triberr, because it attracts so many talented bloggers, makes this very easy. If I feel word-less, all I have to do is take a look at the global stream and see if there are any topics being discussed that ring my bell.
Triberr is a rich treasure trove of creativity for blogging. If you aren’t taking advantage of it, you are a big dumb-dumb.
I Love Triberr — in spite of some grody things.
It’s true. There are a few grody things about Triberr users. Notice that I specify *USERS* and not the program itself. After all, bad people happen everywhere you go.
Here are a few of the issues I have run into thus far — and if you find anything that pertains to *YOU*, please consider changing for the better!
I Love Triberr in spite of some users not sharing.
The tribes I belong to now are mostly full of great sharing partners. There are a couple people who have made it clear that they will NOT share my material because it is highly controversial, consists of too much naughty language, or is otherwise distasteful. I don’t mind that. I recognize that I’m not everyone’s Cuppa Joe. And when someone has enough balls to tell me straight up that they won’t be sharing, and why — well I have to respect that. So I do.
The folks to whom I refer are those who have not stepped up and announced their intentions. This makes them pussies, in my book. Or assholes. Maybe they have been unhappy with me. I couldn’t know, because they haven’t said anything.
If you plan to shun my shit, at least have enough balls to be cool about it.
I Love Triberr in spite of some tribemates not following me on Twitter.
I try hard to follow all my tribemates, because to me that’s what Triberr is all about. We agree to share each other’s material, and help promote posts that need an additional boost from time-to-time. If we are able to interact via Twitter, this task is made so much easier!
I noticed, however, that some of my tribemates didn’t follow me back — even after we conversed for a bit! I let this bug me for months. Finally, I came to a conclusion — FUCK IT — and dropped their asses. You don’t wanna be friends? Fine. Screw you. But don’t come crawling to me for help, ask me to promote a post, or want votes for your “whatever” later.
You made your bed, bitches.
I Love Triberr in spite of some tribemates not interacting with me at all anywhere.
Yeah. A couple of you motherfuckers are just rude-ass bastards. I tried to chat you up and exchange dialogue, but you wanted none of it. Fine. We’re not talking? Hope that works out for you down the road.
I’ll be watching.
I Love Triberr in spite of too many giveaways.
OMG. I don’t mind a few giveaways. But there are a couple tribemates who do NOTHING BUT giveaways. Maybe I’m playing God by assuming my readers don’t wanna be bothered by that shit. I’m okay with that. Because you know what? I’m not sharing a krillion giveaways. You get one, once a week, if that. Unless you’re my special friend and you talk to me a lot and we have otherwise reached an agreement.
Am I the only one sick of fucking giveaways?
I Love Triberr in spite of too many posts.
Some tribemates have decided that the key to stardom is to publish 500-krillion blogs posts per day. Guess what? I don’t care if it *IS*, in fact, that key to stardom. It’s fucking annoying. And I’m not going to share each of your 500-killrion posts. You’re clogging up my Triberr stream so that no one else has the opportunity to go out into the world. You get one per day.
Unless there are special circumstances and we love each other. Maybe your blog puked up and now there’s a mess that needs to be cleared. Okay, I get that. Maybe you’re being paid to put out more than one post on this particular day. Yeah, that’s important. Maybe a personal or national catastrophe occurred and you didn’t know ahead of time that you would need to post more than once on a particular day. That’s fair.
I’m the judge. I try to consider what *I* would like to see in someone’s Twitter feed. And I know it ain’t a bunch of ass-hat garbage. So I’ma skip all that.
I Love Triberr.
I really do. I’m just not so sure about some of my tribemates. The good ones are really, really good. The bad ones — well, they suck big hairy donkey balls. Cut it, you guys.