The After Hours Party
I get a lot of submissions, and most of them are perfect.
In fact, there are only two reasons I don’t post something; I’ve either gotten it too many times, or it’s not quite enough for a post. Maybe the headline is misspelled or something small like that – funny, but not enough what-the-fuckery to make a meal out of it.
So rather than throw those submissions away, I’ve started putting them up on Twitter and Facebook at the end of the day. You know, just like a little extra bonus. Kind of a gift with purchase. And it’s starting to turn into a lot of fun.
I think part of the reason it’s so vibrant in the evenings is that a lot of people can’t access the site at work. So obviously, they’re all hopped up and need to start cursing. We also have a big readership in Australia, and you know they’re all a bunch of backwards criminals over there. We’re getting home from work and they’re just starting to have their marmite sandwiches or whatever the fuck they do. You know what I’m saying.
For example, last night I posted this. I just loved the title of it, and in fact, it’s now my new favorite expression. And as people started finding it, I kept refreshing the page. In an hour, we sent over 2000 hits their way.
Tonight, I posted this whole store, because I really couldn’t decide which of the cards to feature. And she nearly sold out in 20 minutes.
I can’t begin to tell you how fun this is. There’s something about the immediacy of doing things as a group that’s hilarious and scary and weird. It’s sort of like those mob flash scenes where people show up and start dancing, except we’re all still home and drunk and looking at ugly shit on the internet. And that’s about as interactive as I need to get.
So if you’re on Twitter or Facebook and feel like a little after hours Regretsy, stop by.
November 16, 2009 at 9:01 pm
Don’t mind if I do Helen
November 16, 2009 at 9:13 pm
It’s so fun much to be there when it happens. You are fun!!!!
November 16, 2009 at 9:21 pm
You’re diabolicle.
November 16, 2009 at 9:24 pm
Damn you, Helen, you are half-making me want to sign up for Twitter.
November 16, 2009 at 10:36 pm
damn it, now I have a twitter account.
November 16, 2009 at 10:44 pm
I’m so sorry.
November 16, 2009 at 11:08 pm
you’re such a philanthropist.
November 16, 2009 at 11:15 pm
Me too. Soon I’ll be buying skinny jeans and hoodies. HALP!
November 16, 2009 at 11:18 pm
I know where you can get some super sweet used sweatpants with Old Navy skirts sewed to the bottoms.
November 16, 2009 at 11:21 pm
I don’t think I could rock those in Williamsburg. Now a nice Yokoo cowl…
November 16, 2009 at 11:44 pm
I follow you on Twitter religiously ;P Love it!! Keep the fun coming.
November 17, 2009 at 12:13 am
“a big readership in Australia, and you know they’re all a bunch of backwards criminals over there. We’re getting home from work and they’re just starting to have their marmite sandwiches or whatever the fuck they do”
thankyou for acknowledging us Aussies – the love for regretsy is strong here!! x
November 17, 2009 at 1:04 am
I eat vegemite – the british eat marmite
November 17, 2009 at 7:14 am
British, Australian, it’s all the same thing.
November 17, 2009 at 2:07 am
We are a bunch of backwards criminals down here. We rule the DOWN UNDERVERSE! love the blog x
November 17, 2009 at 3:46 am
It’s ‘vegemite’ down here. And yes, we are all backward criminals, but we still love you. What does that say about each of us????
November 17, 2009 at 7:15 am
The point is, it tastes like shit.
November 17, 2009 at 4:27 am
That’s vegemite sandwiches, Helen. Please respect our unique cultural traditions. Bonza you beauty stone the crows mate.
November 17, 2009 at 4:34 am
Helen also posted a link to the “Reborn Baby Doll” thread on the Etsy forums. Funniest was the people on Facebook who thought it was an authentic granny having heart palpitations. Laughing.
November 17, 2009 at 5:04 am
pottery123 said:
Did you hear the news tonight.
‘FROG RAPES FAIRY” sources say he waiting behind a glitter bush. It is feared that this may not be his first offense. The world awaits a new race of part frog and part fairy
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That was the last of the above-referenced thread.
November 17, 2009 at 8:55 am
Unless someone is starting a real life Regretsy museum, it is a bit sad all these craps sell…
November 17, 2009 at 9:35 am
Regretsy on Facebook is my daily dose of Prozac.
November 17, 2009 at 9:35 am
I love the term “craps”.
November 17, 2009 at 1:45 pm
I have a distinct feeling I am not alone- An Australian being more ‘offended’ by the fact that you didn’t know it was VEGEMITE, Helen! I mean- Criminals- of course! Nothing to be offended by there! But confuse us with the English and torture our national bread-spread? Up in arms!
-Loving regretsy and living fearfully one day I’ll see my things here!
November 17, 2009 at 1:52 pm
Oh you know I love the Austrians. I saw Sound of Music like four times.
November 17, 2009 at 2:13 pm
LMAO! Helen…
November 17, 2009 at 2:57 pm
i will not get twitter i will not get twitter. i will not get twitter……….. aw damnit
November 17, 2009 at 3:58 pm
I’d follow that.
November 17, 2009 at 7:09 pm
Internet explorer kept blocking this site. I dont know if thats beena problem for others?
Im using firefox now and i have made regretsy my home page
Im just a mean person (and a backward criminal australian as well who byt the way wouldnt touch marmite with a ten foot pole YUCK, helen its VEGEMITE, the marmite is for the new zealanders.
*runs off for a vegemite sandwich*
November 17, 2009 at 7:10 pm
#19 Helen stop provoking us
November 17, 2009 at 7:11 pm
onya Helen for awesome site
November 18, 2009 at 4:34 am
marmite is for imperialist pussies. vegemite puts hair on balls and assorted seafood on the barbie.
November 18, 2009 at 2:22 pm
And the seafood lift their shrimpy little heads before their final hurray and say
“g’day mate! I come from a land down under
Where beer does flow and men chunder
Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
You better run, you better take cover.”
Needless to say, creepy BBQ food. So I’m going to say it- loud and proud, I’ve never eaten a shrimp off the barbie! Ha! Deal with that, Cliche!
(Viva la Vegemite)