Just in time for our first birthday, we’ve bought ourselves a present: Woot 2.0. Your account has transferred over here with the same password, so log in with your username and frolic. Try out our easier purchasing setup, so simple even I can almost operate it. Direct your attention to the reshuffled forums. Marvel at this new thing we’ve invented called a “web log” or “blog.” (It may seem crazy, but everybody’s going to be doing this “blog” thing in a year or two!) Throw the dice with the high rollers in our new online casino – no, wait, we don’t have one. Anyway, you get the idea. You’re the slobbering toddler and Woot 2.0 is your sandbox. Just remember: sand is not for eating.
Despite the big fancy promises of reality TV, makeovers don’t always work out. For every wallflower who gets a flattering bob, puts on a tight sweater, and emerges as a ravishing fox, there’s one who mutates into an abomination of lumpily skintight zebra-print pants, fried Dee Snider frightwig hair, and tragic surgery scars. Sure, we think we look all cute in our new duds, but then so did everybody who bought a Members Only jacket.
So fire away. What do you like? Dislike? Passionately adore? Detest with a boiling, poisonous rage? Here’s the place to let us know. Give it to us straight. We can take it. And if it’s stupid, we can throw it in the garbage can.
We also want to hear your misty watercolor memories of the old Woot. Let’s get it all out of our systems so we can move proudly into the glorious Wootarian future. Now that it’s been a year, you can spill the juicy details without embarrassing anybody. You never forget your first time, right?
