Have you ever read someone’s blog and thought to yourself, “How are you so witty AND talented AND positive?! It’s just not fair!” Well, life’s not fair. But that’s okay. The way I see it is, it could go one of two ways; either life IS fair and we’re all just carbon copy caricatures of the exact same prototype, or life’s NOT fair and we get amazing people like Danica Piche. I think we’re doing alright.
Recently, Ms. Piche (I have no idea if that’s a pseudonym or a foreign phrase or a real name. Not that it matters, I’m just sayin’. Also, of course you can call me Mike) nominated me for a Creative Blogger Award:
I’m honored and humbled and a little horrified, thank you so much. Go, read her, be amazed and jealous, then sit around all smiley. I insist!
On with the show!
The rules for this award are:
° Nominate 15-20 blogs and notify all nominees via their social media/blogs
° Thank and post the link of the blog that nominated you
° Share 5 facts about yourself to your readers
° Pass these rules on to them
First, the nominees! (and some random musings about each…)
They may not be the goat we need, but they’re the goat we deserve. For a very long time, I thought then blog was just about randomness and hilarity; then I realized that occasionally they will drop something pretty serious/thought-provoking. Also, they seem to be as uncomfortable with awards as I am, so “HAHA!”
This man is a writer, and a genuinely good person. I recently took a break from blogging, something like 1-3 months (more on that later) and was dismayed when I returned to discover his old blog was gone. Also, WP has been unkind in the past week and I hadn’t seen his more recent posts, and I missed out on the opportunity to have a good conversation about unnecessary censorship and the state of comics in general. (FWIW, I’ll just add that I gave DC a pass when they ruined The Authority, but their neutering of John Constantine was the straw that broke the camel’s back for me) Since his own triumphant return, he’s only got 9 followers. That’s an injustice that must be set right. This man, his thoughts, and his writing deserve better. Don’t take my word for it, check him out.
I know he no longer accepts awards, but cancer-survivor, husband and all-around rock star Josh Wrenn is not the boss of me! (Please don’t block me, I love reading your stuff! Also, I have no idea how blocking works on WordPress…)
A beautiful dog with the soul of a poet. She also happens to be much smarter than some humans I’ve known.
Lisa thinks a LOT. She’s incredibly smart and talented, and you should definitely give her a read (maybe especially if you’re dumb and inept).
Another blogger with a criminally low reader count. Aubrey writes about everyday life, crafting, her family, celiac disease; another incredibly positive person who I love to read. Her life is very normal, and I didn’t have that, so I enjoy it immensely. (Although, now that I think about it, maybe that’s weird…is it weird?)
I haven’t been following Michelle long, but she’s very inspirational for me. She’s lived a real life (not that anyone reading this has led a fake life; I’m not talking about you, I’m talking about her) and is not afraid to write about it.
Last but definitely not least:
I think most people probably know someone who’s deeply religious, and every time they see them they may think, “ugh, it’s them again…here we go!” Melissa is NOT THAT PERSON. I believe that if more people practiced their faith the way that she does, the world would be an infinitely better place. I don’t like to gush, but she’s awesome.
Honorable mention and another heartfelt thanks goes out to Nerd In The Brain! She already has ALL the awards, but that’s because she deserves them. Also, she sent me an iTunes gift card for winning her first cipher competition, and it came with a sweet, science-themed Valentine’s Day card that included a glow-in-the-dark sticker of the moon (which now adorns my laptop!).
That’s right, everyone gets exclamation points.
Five Facts About Me: (notice: some facts may be recycled. this is for the benefit of new readers and has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I’m running out of facts about me!)
Tomorrow, we leave for a family vacation to New Orleans. I’ll be there with S. and her mom and step-father (who are incredible people and understand that the way I am is just the way I am and is not something that can be changed and is in no way a reflection on them or their opinions of me, which are mostly positive…) I haven’t been to New Orleans since shortly after my marriage failed, years and years ago. Nick and I went for two weeks, which I remember as nothing but a haze of booze-fueled debauchery. We briefly toyed with the idea of relocating there, but agreed that if we did we’d accomplish nothing with our lives; so we returned home, where we both fell into drug addiction, he eventually ended his life, and I became a bitter, soulless ex-junkie. I’m cautiously anticipating a good time.
I have a real problem with time, which is why I can’t recall how long or even how long ago my blogging break was. I know I could find out by checking the gap, but it doesn’t really matter to me. It’s a running joke around here that everything occurred either “last week” or “about three years ago”.
I hate to sound like a hipster, but so many things I see today make me think, “I did that before it was cool.”
When I was “about” 22 (see number two above), I remember walking through the mall with my then-girlfriend on the way to the theater. We passed a group of young girls (about 14-16) and their mothers exiting a shop which was a sort of precursor to what Hot Topic is nowadays. The entire group was ooh-ing and aah-ing over their new piercings, which were located in various visible places; eyebrows, lips, noses, etc. I excused myself, stepped into the men’s room, and removed the 7 facial piercings I’d had for years because ugh, just no. I was required to wear a hat at every job I had because colored and/or wildly patterned hair wasn’t accepted like it is today, and years before men began painting their fingernails to “subvert societal norms,” I did it because I was a sneaker-whore with a ton of shoes and I liked that I was able to match my nail color with whatever shoes I happened to be wearing.
I’m not surly or resentful about these things, I actually think it helps to reinforce the entire idea of my blog. You ain’t special, but only because no one else is either.
I will never blog about domestic violence, and I will sum up why in a few short sentences. I was a victim. I was stabbed and nearly killed. I was arrested. I am a man.
I really like tattoos, and eagerly anticipate getting more. More specifically, I’ve always said that the only comic-related tattoo I would ever consider getting would be The Joker. Seeing as how it’s his 75th anniversary this year, that’s my next one. I’m fairly certain that this; combined with the fact that I’m a white male atheist who enjoys video games and comic books; will, if the online attitudes are any indication, actually transform me into the Anti-Christ. LOL
I suck at social media because I hate it; both the social and the media.
That was so much fun…I have to go wash away all these feelings.