Every once in awhile I like to check my stat counter and find out who’s visiting and how they got here. In doing so tonight, I realized that everything this website represents could very well be taken in a whole different direction than I ever intended.
When browsing the links of how people got to this site, I noticed that one of them was http://www.gaydemon.com. Which obviously sounds like the perfect place anyone would want to be referenced from ever and not at all like the name of some freakishly costumed half naked gay man with horns and a phallic looking pitchfork dancing on a float and throwing out fruit flavored condoms at a gay pride event.
I hope this was specific enough for you.
So after seeing that my blog is listed under a directory of gay personal blogs, I scrolled down to see mine. Come To Find Out. With a url of johnsthing.blogspot.com.
Do any of you realize where I’m heading with this? This blog, based upon title and url alone, is so packed full of fat, ripe sexual innuendos, Jenna Jameson would choke and die.
So let me clarify this. The url is easy. I spent more time trying to come up with site names than I did formatting my resume. And every one I came up with was just absolute domain waste. So I settled on John’s Thing. Meaning nothing more than this ‘thing’ that I maintain that other people can enjoy at their leisure. And even that sounds fucking whorish.
‘Come To Find Out’ is a bit more personal. The original title of this blog, and I’m embarrassed to admit this, was ‘Attempted Prose and Perfect Nonsense’. No, seriously. You can ask Courtney, because I’m pretty sure I talked to her the moment I decided that this was in fact the best name ever for a blog and wasn’t an ounce ridiculous or effing dumb.
I was hanging out with Bridget, and she told me how our mutual friend, Aaron, took notice of this phrase I tend to use a bit. ‘Come to find out’. And that he laughs when he hears me say it. For example. Let’s say I’m trying some eggplant parmesan, and after my first bite, I say ‘Come to find out, this tastes like puke’. Or ‘Come to find out, Erin Esurance from the Esurance.com commercials is getting way too out of control’.
Do you see how this works? And sometimes, it even fits with the post title. Like, ‘Come to find out, I’ve had a revelation’. The phrase has absolutely nothing to do with anything sexual at all, even though when you would perhaps be browsing some sort of gay centered website you might think differently. As I did. When I was. You know. Browsing said website. The gay one.
Even knowing that my site was somewhere linked on GayDemon.com, when I saw it I thought ‘Oooh a dirty one’. I’m so dumb. And/or horny, apparently.