In my last post I talked about The Most Boring Person At BlogWorld. Her name is Megan. But then at the end of my story I actually talked about how great she is. And she really is.
And then her best friend got jealous. They’re kind of a team. They’re also from Salt Lake City, which means they’re weird as shit.
Two months ago I don’t know any bloggers.
Well, that’s not entirely true. I was aware of The Bloggess and I once went back and forth via email with dooce. By the way, at BlogWorld someone purported that Heather Armstrong (dooce) has more influence, because she has a bigger total audience, than Oprah. Even if that’s not true, it’s cool to hear.
I’m a huge Adam Carolla fan. You should be, too.
If all you know about the Aceman is The Man Show or his short stint on Dancing With The Stars, you’re probably missing this fact…
He’s one of the funniest men on the planet.
Don’t take my word for it – check out his daily podcast, currently number one on Itunes for comedy.
It seems like depression seems to be hitting the blogosphere. At least with the people I read online.
Two of the biggest bloggers, The Bloggess and Hyperbole and a Half have both recently detailed their journeys through depression, just in the past week.
Many years ago I thought I could make it as a cartoon writer. Turns out you need to find someone who could draw to help bring my boners to life.
Note : “Boners” is a word last century that used to be in the vernacular to mean jokes. Now it just means, well, boners.
When I was 20, I was politely asked to leave college for a semester. Turns out not only did the school want my parent’s tuition, but also expected me to perform to a certain standard. I know, lame.
And since I was heavily involved in not getting laid or being cool, you would have thought I had a ton of time to study. And I guess I did. But I didn’t. Study, that is.
About two years ago I had my dog certified with Therapy Dogs International so that she could participate in programs with the elderly and children in hospitals.
Unfortunately, I found that because this organization resides is Jersey, the certificate is largely useless here in Chicago. They have little pull in the Midwest.
In Part I of my Paris-Ochial story, I spoke of a woman who suggested that I would need to covert to Catholicism if we had children.
The day after that was published, she sent me an email expressing her sadness about the story. She said that I had misrepresented her, and that she had not actually asked me to convert to her religion but that our kids ought to be raised Catholic.
I have somebody who has reached out to me recently and expressed interest in dating. She seems like a perfectly lovely woman, and so far our conversations have been nice.
Only once have we spoken on the phone, the rest is through email and instant message. She lives somewhere other than Chicago.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
