I have big plans to Blo the Po out of this Mo!

...so I'll do my best to fit the daily blogging in between all of that. HAHAHA! Just kidding, Mom.

I've done NaBloPoMo for the past couple of years, so I figured, hey... why not do it again? Why not? Really! I mean, WHY NOT?

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Oh, sorry. I stroked out for a second, but I'm back now. Looks like I'll be around every day, all month long. In addition to the interaction with you lovely people in the comment box (Oh, please join me in the comment box! It's much more fun when people are being sociable. As sociable as we can be while facing a computer, not talking out loud to anyone) and out there in the universe, NaBloPoMo is also about the prizes. Those who succeed in blogging every day in November get randomly drawn out of a proverbial hat to win kickass prizes that have been donated by kickass people. What's driving me to complete another year's NaBloPoMo is the horrific thought that this would've been my year to win a huge sock monkey or a hand-knit bacon scarf. Mmm. Bacon.

It's good for me to have this pressure for daily blogging. There are entirely too many things I've put off talking about on here, not the least of which is the continuing saga of a diabolical, inter-postal battle I'm having with THIS GUY.

But that's a longer story that I'm saving for another day. Today, I have something else that made me laugh & laugh. I have gone back to look at it no less than 10 times, just to get those giggles revved up again. What I'm talking about are 2 comments left by this other funny guy after he read one of my recent posts.

Let me back up a bit. Last month, I decided that it would be excruciatingly torturous fun to start a series called, Mindfield, which is best described in this way:

{The inner workings of my brain in certain real-life situations are not unlike frolicking through a minefield, or rather, MINDfield. Boom; explosion.}

This is where I'll have a conversation that starts out by asking you a question, but that I rudely continue by answering it myself. Then, I repeat that process:

We all have those little moments of clarity brought on by the strangest things, don't we? Of course we do. Why not drag them all out, into the light? Oh, I don't know. Something called privacy? Having boundaries, perhaps? Everyone knows that boundaries are no fun whatsoever!

AMIRITE?

Go on ahead & answer me. I'll wait.

Where were we? Ahh, yes. Here's a shortened version of the post I wrote last month:

And so it goes until the day you die
He quietly sang along to "Love Stinks" as if he truly believed in every word, and my excitement in the possibilities of where things were headed turned into feelings of impending doom.

Here's the what has kept me laughing for nearly 2 weeks now:




Thank you, G. I owe you one.


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NaBloPoMo 2008: In it to win it

NaBloPoMo, day 1. Yeah, I'm doing it again this year, even though I have been vacillating about it for the past 11 months (since December). Well, that's not true... maybe just the past 2 months. Last year, I started to refer to it as "YaGoAheadAndBloMe" at the beginning of the 3rd week, so we'll see how long it takes this time around. The randomly-awarded prizes for sticking with it the entire time are great and that's what I'm in it for, to be honest. I didn't get picked last year, but maybe this is my year! You never know. I've decided that the way I can get through it with some of my sanity intact and without worrying about topics is that when I can't think of anything, I'll post a photo I've taken somewhere or a project I've done and write about that.

Some of you know I'm a photographer as well as a graphic designer (and those of you that didn't, do now!), so it should be pretty easy to find things in my portfolio to share. I haven't done more of this in the past because the internet can be a freaky and-not-in-a-good-way place. Here's a conversation I had in the comments of one of my photo posts in July with Rob and Spammon:

Spammon: I'm trying to figure out why you don't post more of these awesome pictures you have taken. You have a great camera eye.

HOJ: I don't post more of my images because there are creeps on the internet. I have a flickr pro account but always worry someone's gonna steal my stuff (not b/c it's "awesome" but because people can be odd, just ask me about the spandex fetishist who took one of my old photos and posted it with his scary collection of gross "self" portraits) and use it for things I don't have control over. Thanks for the props, though!

Spammon: Wow! You ended up in a spandex fetish website? That's why I stick to nature shots. Not me in nature, or trying be 'El Naturale', but trees, animals and other such inanimate objects.

HOJ: Yeah. It was this photo (from this set of photos I uploaded for my friend's birthday), taken when I was 15-- which you can only see a little bit of the bike shorts peeking out under my long shirt.



The guy's other photos (the few I stuck around long enough to see) were of HIM wearing spandex or pantyhose, and they weren't of his face, if you know what I'm sayin'. I'm sure he had other people's innocuous spandex photos in his collection, but I got mine out of there & blocked that guy immediately. Hey, if you want to have a specialized fetish, go for it... but don't involve me without asking. I'm gagging right now, thanks for bringing back that memory.

You'll only have yourself to blame when you tire of me shoving my portfolio down your throat via my RSS feed.

Spammon: Now that's a picture that belongs in a time capsule! I'm wondering if it should have been on a Def Leppard fetish site instead! It's okay though, at least you didn't take a school picture with a pin on button that said "I break for bears" with a picture of the Bernstain Bears on it. That could have landed me on an 'I'm with stupid' fetish website.

HOJ: Now, a Def Lep fetish site I would have had NO problem with! Ok, your "I break for bears" story? Is that true? Methinks some of my gay friends would love to have that pin today. Your childhood wardrobe was incredible according to the photos Linds had up for your bday.

Spammon: Unfortunately yes, this is a true story. I'll dig the up the picture and post it up one of these days.

NerdyRedneck Rob: Well, "fetish guy" was a real dipsh*t! I mean CLEARLY this is the fetish shot! :)



HOJ: Rob! Only you! (Still, hilarious, as ever.)

For the record: I'm actually wearing cut off grey sweatpants in that photo. It was 1989 and was 15, but I don't want any of you thinking I had spandex in every color.

I have big plans to Blo the Po out of this Mo!

I am now a member of NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) which means that I committed to blog EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. IN. NOVEMBER. This is going to be a real test for my ability to be entertaining 30 days in a row.

I have no idea what happens if I miss a day but I assume that they go into the future and steal my first born child, and then I'd be forced to scream something like "NaBloPoMo STOLE MY BABY" in an Australian accent like Meryl Streep & that baby-stealing dingo in "A Cry in the Dark".

I'm not that great at pulling off accents though, so I'd sound more like Elaine on Seinfeld:

The dingo ATE. YOUR. BAY-BEE!


Keep coming back daily to see how this all turns out, and be sure to leave comments! My future children are depending on it.