If you've ever been fortunate enough to hang out with me in the flesh, you probably noticed a few things about me:

1. I have a thing for fine fragrances, so I smell wicked awesome

2. I am very superficial, so I often spend in upwards of 2.5 hours a day coiffuring my hair just to make it look like I rolled out of bed

3. I love clothing - and not just to cover my gorgeous nudity, but as a means of adorning this body of a Grecian demi-god with decorative compliments a-woven by many skilled hands

This post is about item #3.

And the honor is this...

A little over two years ago, I wrote a fan letter to a Swedish clothing company called Dunderdon. It wasn't your typical fan mail. It was full of sexual references about all the things I wanted to do to their clothing with my private parts. In a very graphic way, perhaps as might have been voiced by Barry White were he still among the living, I wrote about how I wanted to make love to my Dunderdon jackets and trousers.

If you've come to any one of my MSDN Events in the past two years, you saw me wearing Dunderdon P25 trousers. They are my trouser of choice for speaking engagements. They're formal, while still maintaining a sense of cool. They're nice, flat-front slacks that are thicker than what you're probably used to, so they hold their shape well.

No pleats. No silly-frilly. Just teh trousin' sweetness.

If you've ever partied with me and been lucky enough to catch me wearing my white Dunderdon coat, you might have remarked to yourself, "That coat makes Rory look like a Bond villain." I know this because I've been told that this is precisely what the coat in question does. It makes me look like a Bond villain. And I'm not talkin' about Jaws - I'm talking about one of the other, suave, cat-petting Bond villains.

Sweet? Sweet.

Anyway, roughly two months ago, I was contacted by the American distributor for Dunderdon. He told me that he had tacked my letter to the company up on his wall, and that it had sat there for the better part of nearly eight-hundred days. He was wondering if I'd like to somehow be involved in the company.

My jaw dropped, of course. You have to remember - this is the company that made the clothing to which I wanted to expose myself. The idea of getting to be involved in any way seemed a bit too good to be true.

But it wasn't too good to be true. They just redesigned their site, opened a new shop in Soho (NY), and then asked me to be their company blogger.

Could the I resist? No. The I certainly could not. The I agreed. The I practically begged. The I got involved.

And the I is now pictured on the front page of the Dunderdon web site.

We're still working out some particulars of the blogging setup, but before long, I'm going to be the Dunderdon company blogger.

Is that just effing cool or what?

The answer is: Yes, Rory. That's effing cool.

Check it out.

I'll let you know when we go live. It's going to be a grittier blog than what I keep here (although Neopoleon will continue - it is, after all, the hub of all Rory activity).

But I'm quite excited. And, as the title implies, honored. Simply one of the coolest things ever. Period.