This is funny...

So about a month or two ago I did a few posts about a brand new topic for me: hockey related things. I ended each post with the phrase "Holler back for Hockey!" After this exclaimation I included small notices to the NHL telling them that if, as they were reading my posts, they experienced any slogan envy that they should get in touch with me and compensate me for said slogan.

Well it's not quite the NHL exactly but pretty close...

Dear blog author:

We recently came across your site, jacquiandryan.blogspot.com, while searching for bloggers who blog about the NHL.

A group of us have started a new site called NHL Bloggers. Our intent is to bring hockey bloggers closer together, and make a positive contribution to the Internet community.

Would you be interested in joining NHL Bloggers? Please take a few minutes to have a look at what we are trying to do, and if you are interested, there is a sign up page to get the ball rolling. We would greatly appreciate your support in this endeavour.

We look forward to hearing from you and seeing you on NHL Bloggers.

NHL Bloggers
info@NHL-bloggers.com

So there you have it. I've been invited to the Big Dance. And I've got my dress all picked out. I can only assume that this is just a stepping stone in the universe's plan for me to become a hockey blogger mega-star (which I might do just for the business cards...)

Holler back for hockey!*

* NHL, I'll be waiting for the call. Your window of opportunity is rapidly closing. Strike while the iron of my hockey related popularity is HOT!

Free!

Whew!

That was ROUGH.

That basement was dark. And musty. And cluttered. BUT...I'm FREE!

No thanks to my captor I might add.

That guy is SO comment greedy. He was going to wait until the comments on his ransom post tallied ten. TEN! Who has that much time to comment? Seriously.

However, while I was foraging for some spare verbs in a dark corner I was able to catch a rogue wireless signal and published myself before he got wise. Lucky for me.

Thanks to all of you compassionate people who took an interest in my existence. I wouldn't have had the courage to go on if it weren't for you and your beautiful comments. You believed in me, and I'll never forget your life giving words.

Now, you're all probably thinking "What's next Post?"

Well, with a new lease on life I think I'm going to settle down with a certain special lady post. We met online. I know, I know. It seems lame, but after I got over being stalked we found we really had something special. After the nuptials we're going to publish ourselves to a travel blog and see the world while we're still young and fit (and before we start to gain those extra marriage bandwidths everyone's always talking about).

After some adventures we're planning on moving to the suburbs and raising some little posts of our own. Money shouldn't be a problem. I've already started a tell-all book: BASEMENT ESCAPE: One Post's Incredibly SEXY Courage in the Face of Danger. (I've also started working on a relationship guide, based on my future bride and my courtship entitled Post-Dated. It'll be available June '08 at most Sam's Clubs).

So there you have it. My life all mapped out. Ready for the grasping. And, I have to stress this again, none of this would be possible without you faithful commenters. You kept my spirits up and my determination whetted. I owe you a debt of gratitude and I intend to spend the rest of my days living up to your kind sentiments. Thank you for caring.

All the best,

Post

intentionally and intimidating-ly untitled

Dear readers of this blog,

I am currently holding my next post hostage. I am keeping it chained to a pipe it in my basement. He is sad. He will never see the light of day again unless my demands are met:

If you ever want to see the next post you must post one comment on this blog at your leisure.

Remember, this post's online existence is in your hands. I've been slowly revising him a little bit each day to sustain him, but in 3 days those revisions will END!

Do not attempt to hatch any rescue plots or he will be deleted. Do not attempt to contact me. You have been warned.

Sincerly,

~Hostile Hostage Guy

This is funny...

So about a month or two ago I did a few posts about a brand new topic for me: hockey related things. I ended each post with the phrase "Holler back for Hockey!" After this exclaimation I included small notices to the NHL telling them that if, as they were reading my posts, they experienced any slogan envy that they should get in touch with me and compensate me for said slogan.

Well it's not quite the NHL exactly but pretty close...

Dear blog author:

We recently came across your site, jacquiandryan.blogspot.com, while searching for bloggers who blog about the NHL.

A group of us have started a new site called NHL Bloggers. Our intent is to bring hockey bloggers closer together, and make a positive contribution to the Internet community.

Would you be interested in joining NHL Bloggers? Please take a few minutes to have a look at what we are trying to do, and if you are interested, there is a sign up page to get the ball rolling. We would greatly appreciate your support in this endeavour.

We look forward to hearing from you and seeing you on NHL Bloggers.

NHL Bloggers
info@NHL-bloggers.com

So there you have it. I've been invited to the Big Dance and I've got my dress all picked out. I can only assume that this is just a stepping stone in the universe's plan for me to become a hockey blogger mega-star (which I might do just for the business cards...)

Holler back for hockey!*

* NHL, I'll be waiting for the call. Your window of opportunity is rapidly closing. Strike while the iron of my hockey related popularity is HOT!

Return of the short posts: We have a house.

This past November, after months of nomadic wandering across Canada and various parts of the Midwest, we finally moved into an actual permanent dwelling. We searched for a long time and then we were guided to the corner of Harrison and 3rd Ave here in Columbus.

Our apartment is nice. I like it. It's small but not too small. It has lovely wood floors, nice high ceilings, and large expansive windows. There's even a secret stairway closet and a huge basement for storage. STORAGE!

The kitchen is smaller than I would like and the walls are basically brick with a thin layer of plaster making hanging anything heavier than a napkin difficult but it's HOME. And after living for so long out of suitcases and sleeping on other people's generously offered floors, beds, and couches we now have a place of our own to feel settled and relaxed.

Not that we felt extremely uncomfortable living with other people or that those that offered their hospitality were anything but gracious but there is something about being a guest that makes you live on other people's terms. You have to check if it's okay to watch a movie, tip-toe if it's late at night, ty to coordinate your shower taking with theirs (not to mention the run of the mill requests to cower in the corner whenever they make direct eye contact, or little things like having to give them plasma daily or being required to perform entertaining liturgical dances each evening).

These days I take about three showers a day, stomp around in large, drum-like boots that I've invented, and run Baby Geniuses 2 on a loop at full volume.

Contented Sigh.