We all read some favorite blogs before anything else.
How often do you click on someone else's blogroll? I used to do it all the time when I began blogging; it's way less stressful than approaching a table full of strangers and asking if you can join them for lunch. Eventually I became devoted to my particular favorites so by now I pretty much ignore everyone else's and just visit those on my list. It was quite helpful when I needed to build myself a friendship club but now that I have one, or at least a stalkerhood, I visit new blogs only when they come highly recommended, or I if happen to trip over them while playing a quick game of Entrecard or Stumbleupon.
So I was thinking that it might be fun to feature one or two of my favorites once in a while, just in case you're looking for something new to tickle your fancy. Besides, with my impeccable taste (okay, barely peccable) how could you go wrong?
So, let's start with Dorky Dad. Since I'm somewhat deficient in 'splaining skills, let me introduce an excerpt from one of my recent DD favorites by pointing out that Dorky Dad's blog avatar is a photo of the original Darren Stevens clearly in the throes of shrieking: "SAMANTHAAAA!"
Why should you visit DD? Well, in case because I said so isn't convincing enough, read his blog because he's spit-take funny. Observe:
"I live in Minnesota, and in case you hadn't heard it's cold here. For a large part of the year you risk your life by engaging in the simple act of going outside. Merely getting the paper on a January morning can result in the loss of a limb or two.
As a result, a lot of things here are built indoors. A person can take a tour of each branch of the state government in St. Paul and tour several buildings without breathing fresh air, thanks to a series of tunnels. Our downtowns are marked by skyways that keep people entrapped like well-dressed hamsters. We have a large number of indoor pools and water parks so people can get their e-coli infections without freezing important body parts.
The indoor nature of our state enabled me and The Boy to go to an amusement park today when The Boy's day care was closed. It's inside a place I will simply refer to as The Mall. So I spent several hours shoehorning myself repeatedly into seats built for someone considerably smaller so I can get hurled around in a circle a half-dozen times until I either barf or die of sheer embarrassment.
At 3, The Boy is still a bit too young and too small to go on the big rides. And even the small kiddie rides he typically must ride with a chaperone, which is always me even when The Wife is along, which she wasn't today.
Some of these rides are OK, like the merry-go-round. Yet some, like The Boy's favorite -- a race car ride -- require me to fold myself into three and dislocate a handful of joints to squeeze into the car. And then that ride tosses me around like a lottery ball for several minutes until my face is a nice shade of green.
Others are just annoying, even if I don't have to chaperone, like the semi-truck ride. Each seat in the ride, and there are about 50 million of them, has its own high-pitched horn. And every kid on that ride spends every second of it honking like they're stuck in New York City traffic. Just a couple of minutes of that had me reaching for one of those cheap, plastic pirate swords so I could commit hari-kari. I can't imagine what life would be like for the poor sap who has to run the ride all day.
Still, it was all worth it. The Boy had fun, along with an amusement park experience that will be vital to his old man's future happiness.
After all, somebody needs to go on a roller coaster with me."
There's more but I bet DD would prefer you read the rest on his blog, so pop on over there and tell him he's funny. And tell him I sent you. And ask him to turn the music down after 10:00 p.m. Thanks.
Do you have favorite bloggers, aside from yourself?
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