At BlogHer I attended a half-day session hosted by the wonderful MomoFali and DebOnTheRocks.
Near the end we were allowed to ask the entire group for something we needed. Then a member would raise their hand to promise assistance to that person. One woman, Annie, said she needed to learn how to become more funny. Nobody raised their hand. Deb poked me hard in the ribs and I yelped. I gave Annie my card.
I’m excited.
For the past year I’ve wanted to do something other than just write here on the blog. Writing is what I do best and, quite frankly, what I enjoy most. Since I pump out content each day my words aren’t as expertly crafted as I would prefer. If I write less frequently and in a longer format I think I could really produce something of quality. I’m trying to get my act together, and starting in 2013 will work on some sort of book.
I’ve written about this before – how I scammed my way up Google charts to be #1 for “best blogs” and such.
This was pre-Penguin (Google update that ousted all the bozos like me) and the times were good. I was getting courted by corporate advertisers who thought I was a big deal. That’s all dried up now, and I’m building the brand the same way anyone who never gets a big viral hit does – one reader at a time.
My grandfather died when I was in high school and we inherited his Cadillac.
I already had a car at the time, a Merkur XR4Ti. Even though it was a hand-me-down with 200k miles, it was still pretty cool. Leather seats, sunroof, turbo injection. And stick shift. Every kid’s first car should be stick shift.
I’m excited to announce the first ever ThoughtsFromParis contest courtesy of Vapor4Life.
When I was a teenager I got busted for everything I shouldn’t have been doing. Drinking, smoking, and girls. Okay, not girls. I didn’t have girls. Sad.
I was asked back to be a guest on the UK radio show American Dream Team.
During my last visit I didn’t realize they had FCC-like rules for broadcasting. Subsequently they had to cut a bunch of minutes off my interview. I always associate Britain with progressive laws and language. When I spoke to host Jodie Orton pre-show I asked her if gays could marry in the UK. She said, “Um, I think so.” She really didn’t know but made it sound like, “Why wouldn’t they be able get married?” Which, over here is still a crazy debate.
You know what makes me secretly jealous? Ugh, I just realized I started a post with one of those stupid questions. Starting fresh.
I am secretly (although now it’s public) jealous of those dudes that can put their feet up on their thighs in that weirdo pretzel thing. A few weeks ago I was in a group that I attend of the support variety and one of the guys just busts that out while on his chair. It looked so easy and confortable. Symmetrical.
I don’t ask you people for much.
Well, except your undying affection, validation, and readership. I expect that you check my blog daily, having already added it to your RSS reader (you read it there and by visiting the site). You follow me on Twitter and Facebook and laugh heartily at my every witticism. When I’m a little down (like today) you already know this and send me that personal email telling me how touched your were that I wrote that one post about something.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
