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402 days. 402 (plus or minus… mostly minus) posts.

Category: Animals

December 21, 2012

Day 27: Call for Content

Since the world is still here, I will continue my plan to blog every day until it ends (or until December 31, 2013).

In January, I am taking a trip to see my favorite outdoor enthusiast in Australia. I may not have Internet access each day I’m there, so I’ll have to pre-plan some posts. The concept of pre-planning is a pretty big paradigm shift for this particular writer, because I’ve been flying by the seat of my pants so far.

Thus, I need some help.

Call for Content

Do you have a great blog post idea? Please, please (please) share it with me (unless you are saving it for your bad blogging self, which I completely understand). Here is what I’m looking for:

  • Interesting people to profile
  • Interesting philosophies to ponder
  • Interesting personal quirks to discuss (yours, someone else’s, etc.)
  • Interesting questions to probably not answer
  • Interesting books to discover
  • Un-interesting stuff of all ilk

I’ll take whatever you’ve got. Leave your best, worst and everything-in-between nuggets in the comments section below.

America thanks you.

Also, here is a picture of Brian Boitano wearing his Girl Scout sash. He does a good turn daily.

Brian Boitano

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November 25, 2012

Day 1: Brian is Alive

Brian Boitano survived without me for three full days. I was relieved to come home and find him alive and only slightly delirious.

I don’t think he’s quite as hearty as my favorite fish, Buster, who lived to be approximately 150 (five) years old. Buster was sort of my fish soul mate. He liked to travel, was fiercely independent, ate happily and appreciated a good nap. He seemed to particularly enjoy Law and Order SVU. Either that, or the “dun dun” sound upset his tiny fish ears to the point of activity.

Brian seems to be a little more sensitive. He’s afraid of his food and he usually misjudges the amount of force he’ll need to consume it. Although he is generally good-natured, he panics when he reaches the edge of his bowl and swims as hard as he can into what must look like the infinite vastness of my apartment. I’ve conducted multiple experiments to figure out if he’s actually swimming at his own reflection, but my results are inconclusive.

Most of my friends have cats and/or babies. For now, I’m pretty satisfied with my fish.

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