I guess I have since I was a kid. I can remember driving around with my dad, a shotgun pointing at the floor, and me being so excited to be doing man things, that I would be just vibrating. He would let me wear his old hunting coat and/or hat, I would drape it over my tiny body, and off we would go to see if we could get a couple of grouse (what we always called “partridge”), a coyote, or maybe even a few rabbits.
These were great fences, because the grouse would often walk back and forth on them, “drumming” for a mate.
We would drive all over the back roads, going particularly slow when there was an old split rail fence or some other spot that had good visibility. Dad would watch the driver’s side, and I’d watch mine, but he got to do all of the shooting, at least until I was ten or so. Continue reading →
Seriously. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important. I am going to start compiling a few e-books of the first year’s posts. I know that our topics jump around a lot, and I also know that some people like the blog for different reasons. For this reason, and this reason alone, I am splitting up the posts into different genres, or types.
I know that I could probably hire a professional to do all of this analytical grunt work for me, but that costs money, and I’m sure that I won’t sell more than a dozen of these pieces of dog shit at $1.99 each, so I had probably better not pay some “expert” a whole bunch of money to fuck up something that my friends and I can fuck up for free.
So to you, my friends” I ask this question. “Will you help me?”
If you answer yes, I will email you every Therapy Thursday for the first year in a single document with a number at the start of each post. I need you to read them all and then rate them from 1 to 24 or 25, whichever the total number is. For this, I will give you a copy of the e-book when it comes out, or if it never does, I’ll give you a really good back rub. For reals. They are awesome. There may be some other perks, but I really don’t know yet. For this particular service, I would like to have 25 people if I can get that many. If you know people that don’t read the blog, but they would be willing to help out, I will also give them a back rub, because they are probably going to need some comforting after being subjected to this horse shit.
After the Therapy Thursday is compiled, I will be working on compiling a book of thoughtful, more serious posts, and then maybe just a funny one. I don’t really know yet, but I would really like to have a best of each year group of e-books, even if my best isn’t quite as good as say, The Bloggess’ worst posts.
I’m also thinking of starting a store, so if there is something from the blog that you think would be cool on a mug or a shirt or something, please let us know. If we use your idea, and a few people buy it, I’ll give you one for free.
These are just a few of the ideas that I have, because Google fucked me on the ads, Paypal took like $.68 of the $2 in donations that I got, sponsored reviews aren’t coming in as much as I’d like, and my man-whoring gig hasn’t been doing so well at $8 an hour. It probably wouldn’t be so bad, if I could just get more than three hours a week. I think I just need to get my name out there a bit more.
Anyhow, I’m going to crawl into bed and eat cheesies with my one and only. If you can help me out, or know someone who will, then I thank you from the bottom of my heart, and maybe some day, my supply of free shit. If you can’t, then thanks for reading this totally uninteresting, boring post all the way to here. You’re a champ.
Now check out this crazy dubstep beatbox dude. He is freaky good.
When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody’s help in any way,
P.S. I know it seems like I’m on a Beatles kick, but I’m not. They are just what comes into my head. I haven’t heard a Beatles song in weeks.
So much for the job search was my very first foray into blogging. It was actually the first blog post that I had ever knowingly read as well. I’m sure that some of those articles that got shared around Facebook that I glanced at were technically blogs, but as for a look into someone else’s day to day life, I was unaware that it even really existed.
I’m going to insert random pics from over the past year. No set order, just ones I like.
Cleave tries to put one (or two) over on Otis, but he has the ability to sense when there are tits close by. Nice try Cleave.
Yes, I spent the day on Saturday visiting the Merecat and N8Dogg, and then heading over to VT’s for a fish and then birthday celebrations.
Here’s the fish.
We weighed it. It didn’t register. He should be legal by 2020
While we were fishing in the hurricane we saw a massive willow tree break off and crash to the ground on the guy’s lawn. On the drive back to town, we saw two big maples across the road. We helped one guy hook on and drag it out of the way, but the other was a clusterfuck, and because we were still scared from almost smashing into it, we scurried around and booked it for the CDot.
After dropping off the boy, we made for the Beer Store and the LCBO, where we picked up some celebratory libations and then headed for VT’s casa. Continue reading →