Tumblr makes me nostalgic. All the animated gifs. This gif will forever and always remind me of working with my friend Evildeb. I miss her. She never emails me. Emailing me is not evil enough for her. 
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what am i doing?
I’m coming up on my 7th blog anniversary at the end of this month. Although, I have not been a very good blogger these last couple of years. I feel like my blog had a heyday and it was a few years ago, that’s for sure. The last few posts were either about the weather, the sims or WoW, and that made me kind of sad.
Maybe I’m tired of blogging. Maybe I’m tired of blogging the same old way I used to. I don’t know. My blog has always been about my life and what I am doing. The fact is, I’m not doing anything. Somehow the the hours pass, the days go by and most days are exactly like the ones before it.
That might be the crux of it. Maybe I don’t want documented my failing to make something more significant out of my forced early temporary retirement. I suppose I’m a bit embarrassed that I have not written a book, become fluent in French and learned all the nooks and crannies and secrets Vancouver has to offer. Nobody really wants to broadcast the fact that they are not living up to their potential.
I don’t know. I’m just thinking out loud. Maybe the way I blog has to change. I’ve thought about stopping entirely. But that is not what I want. I want to love it again. I want it to be fresh. My blog and I are just not as intimate as we used to be. I want to fall in love all over again. And other clichés.
I believe I am going to blame all this on Evildeb, for not moving to Canada with me.
Measure my booty.
The Greater Vancouver Region has a very strong Blogging/ Social Media community, which is great. I didn’t know of such a community in Seattle. In fact, I never knew any other bloggers in Seattle, sadly. I’m listed on a uberlist of bloggers in Seattle*, that’s as close as I came to knowing other bloggers. So even though I considered myself a Seattle blogger, of course, I have never really considered myself a Community Blogger. I blog about myself. So I’m very impressed with the community here in the GVR.
The other day, I was mentioning to Wil that our friends, Airdre and Kerry Anne, won Favorite Audio/ Video Podcast for their excellent beauty podcast, Lipgloss and Laptops, in the Best of 604. Very well deserved. He asked me why I didn’t win an award. Which is sweet, don’t you think? In addition to not really being heavily involved of this community, it’s quite simple. This is not my blog’s heyday.
Oh, it’s true. I know it. You may or may not know it. Blogs, like everything, have and ebb and flow. I think that once I quit my job, my blog started to ebb. Or maybe it’s flowing. I’m not sure. Either one. Man, you should have caught me sometime in 2004 or 2005. I was rocking the blogging.
I’m ok with this. It’s understandable really. If my life were one of those Family Circus cartoons, where they show what Billy or Jeffy did all day, everywhere they went, it would show little Jodi footprints running from my apartment, to the Safeway half a block away. And back. Occasionally, you’d see little feet running further down the block to the bank or London Drugs. But your chances of blog fodder decrease greatly if you never leave a 3 block radius.
Nonetheless, I did recently win two nice awards. One from Captain Dumbass of Us and Them, who lives here in the Greater Vancouver Region.
Hee! He said “booty.” One day, Captian Dumbass and I will run into each other when we are both wearing our Bad Monkey shirts. I certainly hope we aren’t compelled to fling poo.
And another from a former coworker, although I didn’t know him at the time, Good Father.
It’s too bad he wasn’t blogging back in the days when I was at my POE. (And we didn’t know each other) We could have had Blogging Lunches. Booked a conference room on the 2nd floor, right next to Central Services, with it’s free soda and candy jar. Remember that kid, the mail guy, who one time dyed those kick ass flames into his hair? His name escapes me, because I’m horrible with names. It starts with a “D.” He’s worked there about 20 years by now, I figure. I hope he’s still there. And the last big formal Christmas party we had, right before the dot com bust? We had different international themed rooms for the dinners. Oh man, I got DErunk that year. I did it for Evildeb. She was pregnant with AlmostCertainlyGoingToEndUpEvilMaggie, and was sad she could not “party.”
Anyhoo, I like these awards. They are übercomments from two readers saying “I like you. Or at least your blog.” And that’s all the reward I really need. ** I know that one day my blog will cease to ebb and start to flow again.
* I suppose I should remove myself, but I’m not gonna. I still consider myself a Seattle blogger. I’m just… North of Seattle, is all. Very very north.
** ok, I suppose all awards are really saying that.
Something Evil This Way Comes
Readers come and readers go, and I realize a lot of you may not have been around when I was still working at the former P.O.E., so you may not understand the repercussions, ramifications, consequences and such of what I am about to tell you.
Evildeb is on her way up to Vancouver as we speak. Gird your loins, people! As Stanley Tuccii would say.
I don’t know about you, but I’m excited.
Feel the pretty, Mushy Shorts!
I’m worried that Evildeb does not know about the Gorgeous Tiny Chicken Machine Show. It’s everything she would like. I worry about her, out there in the world, without me.
This one has Wil Wheaton.
Evildeb is coming to visit me next weekend..
and it’s going to look exactly like this!
I’m bored and need a hobby
Evildeb suggested scrimshaw. I had to look that up in a dictionary. I don’t think it’s something I would enjoy. I think the harvesting of whale bone would upset me.
Any suggestions? And don’t say housekeeping, because I tried that and I suck at it.
Evildeb sent this to me – she said it cheered her immensely
It appears to be a game. In which bears cause you to rub your crotch. Your guess is as good as mine.
Interior Decorating with EvilDeb
Jodi: someone sent me a picture of Brittany Spear’s va-jay-jay
» in the email.
» it would appear that i was BRITTANY herself.
» who sent it to me.
EvilDeb: what!?
» her what?
Jodi: her va-jay-jay
EvilDeb: oh!!!
» her hoo haha
» is it shaved?
» or
» do the drapes match the carpet
» as they say
Jodi: yes, it is. there are no drapes
» no drapes
EvilDeb: there’s no carpet
» no carpet
Jodi: wait
» ok
» hardwood floor
» hahahaha
» hardwood
EvilDeb: that doesn’t make sense unless she’s transgendered
» and I’m not saying she’s not
Jodi: ok. linoleum?
» there is NO CARPET
EvilDeb: and no drapes anymore
» so they match
» or
» she’s moving out
» there’s nobody home
» are the lights on?
Jodi: i don’t think so.
EvilDeb: Lloyd wants you to blog it but I don’t think you should
I’ll take what I can get, fodder-wise
IM with EvilDeb, whom I’m sure you all miss as much as I do.
Jodi: so, for some reason, i am reading some archives in my blog
Jodi: it is obvious to me that my blog is suffering due to my no longer having daily contact with you.
Jodi: you are good fodder
EvilDeb: actually I’m a mudder