Dark Confession Time--possibly a Dorkfession.

I have a secret to confess.

I really can't believe I'm going to tell you this.

Kristy, my world music loving friend, you should look away. I'm about to expose the shallow end of my musical gene pool.

I need to quit stalling.

Friends, all two of you still reading this FB orphaned blog, I have a weakness.

A prediliction, if you will.

I've tried to stop. I've tried immersion therapy in the good stuff, trying to cleanse my palate. (Jeebus, is that spelled right?)

But...but...I kind of, um, well, I may have spent more money on bad euro pop than on anything with a guitar in it. Music seems like such an indulgence, and because my tastes are sort of thrash-y I tend to leap at anything lighter.

Which is how I ended up with:

Robbie Williams*

Lilly Allen

and

Freaking Lou Bega (Oh, the shame)

I also purchased my first Madonna album as she was going through her cowboy/Ali G phase.

I hope you don't think any less of me. (sob!)

I know that Robbie Williams is a former boy band member, and come on, Lou Bega just seems like an ass. Don't mess with Lily, though, 'kay? I love to hear little O sing that song. It's less fun to hear her sing Alfie, which is her true favorite, but she doesn't know what she's singing yet, and it's still not Genie in a Bottle or anything.

*The Robbie Williams video goes a little fangoria on you at the end, just a warning.

To my more dignified bloggy compadres?

I wanna have a little contest over at Dorkbloggers. I want you to confess your dorkiest moment on Friday, April thirteenth. I'll set up a linky box on Dorkbloggers, and if you put a link to Dorkbloggers, or one of the specially manufactured buttons (are you reading this, Mert?) on your blog, you'll be entered to win...uh, something. Probably an amazon giftcard, because nothing beats filthy lucre, eh?

We'll have a poll to take votes on the winner, and you can cruise other people's entries via the linky box, and if you don't have a blog you can leave your story in my comments and I'll re-post it for you, and, and, can you think of anything else?

OOOOh! For those of you who had to stop and think of the last time you did something dorky, we'll make up a grown-up button. For those of you who had to stop and think of WHICH dorky moment to use, we'll have some more of that cartoon goodness you've come to expect from dorkbloggers.

I realize that I am pimping hard for my little endeavor, but I hope that some of you guys who don't normally dorkblog will play.

I haven't posted it over at Dorkbloggers yet because I am still pondering my options, here--I am totally open to suggestions, hints, and stern lectures about whoring myself out for a little traffic.

But c'mon. You know you want to play, baby.

Dorkstacy

I just found this site through my fellow Dorkblogger, Jill.

Oh, it's perfect.

I may cry.

Thursday 13 #25

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Hey, Man-

I'm just sayin'.

Woo HOO!

I would like to applaud Miz Bananas on her conversion to new Blogger.

Her blog would be complete if only she had a DorkBloggers button. She's probably waiting for the button with the toilet paper on the shoe...

DorkBloggers

It was Kismet!

Fate!

CRSE, too, was called by the notion of DorkBlogging.

When you are more than just a Mommyblogger(or not a mommy at all), but lack the javascript credentials of a card carrying GEEK, ask yourself--are you, perhaps a dork?

The answer is out there, my friends.

DorkBloggers.

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