I’m not traditionally a man’s man. I’m not effeminate, either.
My condo is usually less than perfectly clean, I don’t spend more than 30 seconds on my hair (brushes and combs are lame), and once a week I go to sleep without brushing my teeth.
I’m not traditionally a man’s man. I’m not effeminate, either.
My condo is usually less than perfectly clean, I don’t spend more than 30 seconds on my hair (brushes and combs are lame), and once a week I go to sleep without brushing my teeth.
I’m in a band.
And, without any false ego here, I think we’re pretty damned good.
Everyone who is in a band has some sort of “famous” fantasy – mine goes like this:
We finish our set and get offstage. A woman comes walking over telling me she really likes the music and that we made her night. Then she motions over to her table where she and a few friends are having drinks. She invites me over and I hang out for an hour. Then I go home alone. No phone number or anything.
Okay, first thank you to everyone that suggested new taglines.
As you can see above I chose the one that I used on my sidebar “About D.J.” Which is now different.
If you don’t see it, do this nifty trick on your computer. Hold down Ctrl and hit F5.
Okay, first thank you to everyone that suggested new taglines.
As you can see above I chose the one that I used on my sidebar “About D.J.” Which is now different.
If you don’t see it, do this nifty trick on your computer. Hold down Ctrl and hit F5.
Now that I’m ranking really high on Google for terms like “best blog” and “funny blog”, my traffic is exploding. I need to come up with a good tagline underneath the main title image of “ThoughtsFromParis.”
Why?
In my last post I talked about how I send out a lot more holiday cards than I receive.
And, last night, as I sat having a conversation with the wall, I wondered aloud if I there was anything I could do for all the people like me.
But then I thought, “And is there also a way I can exploit these people to my benefit?”
I’m not sure you can relate to this, but each year I send out about forty holiday cards, and at best, receive ten back.
Do I have crappy friends? Possibly.
Or maybe I just send cards out to people that don’t send out cards.
Either way, I don’t get angry about it. But I do get sad.
Hey, I forgot all about doing this!
It’s back, like that wart you gnawed off four months ago.
In case you’re new to ThoughtsFromParis, or didn’t read this week, here’s what you missed…
I Did Something F***ing Crazy Over Thanksgiving – Part I
I was supposed to watch TheBloggess speak at an event in LA a month ago.
Jenny was to be a featured keynote at a convention I was attending, and I was pretty excited. I emailed her and told her I would wait until after her session and give her a solid open-mouth kiss. Also, take a photo.