Sunday, May 13, 2012

Purveyors of Awesome

disclaimer: This post has no clay. But I hope that you'll read it anyway.

I was overwhelmed by your response to my last post. I am still reeling from the number of comments; I have never had so much interaction of any of my posts before. I want to thank you all for taking time out of your day to read my work and share your thoughts. If it weren't for you, I'd just be talking to myself. And while I do that on a regular basis, it's nice to have someone else to talk to every once in a while.

A few people have asked me by email about my stats. The thought seems to be that, with so many comments, I must have millions of pageviews. But I don't. Here are my stats from this week:

Huh. It appears that I get more pageviews when I actually post something. Who knew, right?

That's a huge reader-to-comment ratio and I really can't express my gratitude for your interaction with me and with each other. I honestly feel like I have the most engaged readership possible. So yeah...gush, gush, blah, blah, I love you guys. For real.

Sharing Time

And in other news, I want to share some fabulous blogs with you.

Jen is a good friend of mine. She started out as a blog friend, but has since been promoted to friend friend. She sent me a pop-up book about zombies, which was pretty much the clincher. Recently she asked me for a list of funny blogs to read.

If I were internet famous, these people would get a huge traffic spike. But for today, the following purveyors of awesome will have to be happy with 12ish clicks.

Disclaimer number two: There are a lot of really good blogs out there. It was hard to keep this list short. If your blog isn't on this list, it isn't because I don't love you. (And this is why I don't like passing on blog awards. I suffer from a bit of a guilt complex and am therefore generally more of a "prizes for everyone!" kind of girl.)

Click for funny:

Violet at Creative Devolution is one of the few bloggers who always, without fail, makes me laugh out loud. Her illustrations are some of the best ones out there and her stories are just so funny. And also, she makes throw-up look like rainbows, which is all kinds of awesome.

Catalog Living is not a personal blog, unlike all of the other blogs on my list. But it's hilarious. It follows the adventures of the fictional Gary and Elaine, with a photo (from a catalog - hence the name) and a one-line caption in each post. The caption under this photo? Gary looked down at the bench in horror, knowing that Elaine was somewhere out in the ocean without her swim scarf.

Gweenbrick has raised unpredictability to an art form. I never know what to expect from his rambling illustrated self-deprecating stream-of-consciousness posts, but I can safely assume that he will make me laugh out loud at least twice on any given day. There aren't that many blogs out there that are truly original; this is one of them.

MOV at Mothers of Brothers can always bring a smile to my face. Her posts are filled with exaggeration and indignation, which is pretty much the perfect combination. She writes about things that we can all relate to, like trying to cancel the cable, swearing around kids and ripping her magical favourite skirt of the universe. And also she published a book! Her book is a collection of short, funny essays from her blog - if you love her blog, then you'll love her book.

Good Youngman Brown manages to be both funny and thought-provoking with his well-crafted posts. He writes about things that I get, like turn signals that have a good sound and grammatical pet peeves and things that give you nightmares. He also once went inside a real haunted abandoned insane asylum on purpose (add that to the list of things that give me nightmares).

It's such a cop-out to link to The Bloggess. I mean, everybody already knows that she's funny. But I only started reading her blog this past year, and I wish that I'd found her sooner. She is truly laugh-out-loud-until-my-stomach-hurts hilarious. And also she has a thing for taxidermied rodents.

I love Cheeseblarg. In her last post, she actually wrote the words "it's not what's on the inside that counts, your insides are squishy and mostly full of poop". And that is both beautiful and true. Her digital illustrations are cute, creative and always make me laugh.

Hollow Tree Ventures is a new-to-me blog that has quickly become one of my favourites. Robyn writes about things that I can relate to, like the fact that brain clutter is keeping her from sharing her ground-breaking ideas with the world. Her posts are funny, well-written and illustrated with hilarious diagrams.

And now for three other funny people you should follow on both the twitter machine AND your blog reader:

@brettminor blogs at The Tranformed Non-Comformist

@sofriedchildren blogs at Southern Fried Children

@notthatkendall blogs at This Is Not That Blog

Happy Sunday everyone!

Monday, May 7, 2012

Fanning the Flames

I'm usually in a pretty good mood when I'm driving to work.

It's an easy fifteen minute drive along quiet country highways with barely any traffic. What's not to like?

What? We only get one radio station here. And anyway, I kind of like that song.

But one morning last week, due to too much time and a bad clothing decision in the morning...

For the sake of this story, please pretend that the background changes in every scene, otherwise it might look either like I'm standing still or like everyone in rural Nova Scotia lives in the exact same backyard shed.

...I found myself suddenly racked with stress and worry.

And so, grumbling and irritated, I turn around and drive all the way home. As though to mock my pain, the area's only radio station plays Nickelback. Again. My misery knows no bounds.

I pull into the driveway, leave the car door open and race into the house and down the stairs to the basement. The iron is unplugged, as I knew it would be. I say it out loud: "The iron is unplugged!" I pull out my cell phone and take a picture.

I run back up the stairs and jump in the car. Now I'm running late. So much for getting an early start.

I drive over the bridge that marks the boundary of my village. Halfway across, a thought flits across my brain:



I looked at it. I said it out loud. I took a picture.

The iron is most definitely unplugged.

I'm almost positive.

I check the picture on my cell phone at the stop sign, just to be sure.

All is well.

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Author's note: the iron is the only source of this behaviour. No matter what I do, I'm always certain that I left it plugged in and turned on, and that my house is going to burst into flames with Chase the Wonderdog stuck inside. And that, friends, is one of the many, many reasons why I hate to iron. Next time, I'll just sleep an extra ten minutes and wear a wrinkled shirt.

I'm jumping into the weekly Yeah Write writing contest with this fabulous blogging and writing community. Come join us! (Not officially open until tomorrow morning.)