Mr. BoFNgles

Wherein I interrupt my blog hiatus to present my latest over at the Blog of Funny Names. Please check it out!

Otherwise I’m taking time out from all blogging, including the BoFN gig, with apologies to my talented and delightful colleagues there.

I may still be dropping a music post here occasionally if I can get a little mojo working. I wish all readers well!

500 and 501 at BoFN

Monday marked a milestone at the Blog of Funny Names: its 500th post. There were generous shout outs from the great monarch Dave to the whole crew there, including to yours truly. The following day, BoFN’s 501st post was considerably less of a milestone, but did have the distinction of being my own. Yes, it was me doing my usual monthly stint. This time it was on Tristram Shandy, a gentleman from the literary archives of yore who famously had a hard time getting to the point. And had a funny name. Please go over there if you have any inclination, and make what you will of these two Internet offerings.

Bodacious Boldness Brimming at BoFN

In my monthly stints at The Blog of Funny Names, I think I’ve done just about everything to try to impress the big kids over there. Music. More music. Psychological attention tests. Anthropology. Purple prose. Public service spots. Poetry! Uh, movies? . . .

Yeah, I did just about everything. Everything except actually generate some traffic, that is. Views for my posts over there generally get a modest initial dribble, then invariably settle down into a long drought with sporadic drips.

But that’s about to change, my fine funny name friendz.

With today’s contribution you’re gonna finally see that I’m not just some weird, geeky type induhvidyool.

Oh, no. I’m a playa, see? I’m one bad-acid mojo mopho.

Oh, yeah. I’m gonna generate some hits. And I’m gonna get um right now. And then those views are gonna keep coming. And then more. And more. And one month later they’re still gonna be poppin’ up those little views per hour bars.

And you’re all gonna say, whoooooooaaaaaa! Who exactly is that wild, woozy wizard of words? And how on earth did he do that?

And then I’m gonna set my hat in place, straighten my lapels, adjust my sunglasses, take the toothpick out of my teeth and say, Heed me and behold, O ye collegiate colleagues of mine, for it is no mystery. I did it the only way I know how.

Kyary blogging!!!!

Christmas Eve BoFN Post

This time around, my every-four-weeks Tuesday stint at BoFN falls on Christmas Eve. Please check it out! The critics haven’t read it yet, but that hasn’t stopped them from weighing in (with a little, uh, pre-arranged pecuniary inducement):

“. . . a rollicking and rambunctious Christmas ramble . . .”

“. . . terrific fun . . .”

“. . . a deeply affecting tale of personal transformation and redemption . . .”

“. . . these note perfect tropes and rhymes pay the ultimate homage to the Doctor’s immortal children’s classic . . .”

“. . . awkward, embarassing, painfully off-key . . .”

“. . . some projects should never have been attempted, others should never have been conceived, and Mr. Whuh Diddy Fay’s latest falls regretfully into the latter category . . .”

[Edit: Whoa. As for you last two “critics,” hey, sorry if those checks bounce! Due diligence is a two way street, dudes.]