Someday I'll probably end up on that special Barbara Walters does every year before the Oscars where she talks to three different celebrities.

Sadly, that day is a long ways off. In the meantime, enjoy an interview Lizze and I did with Jessica Herman from Centerstage Chicago about Jargon.

November is National Novel Writing Month, when many writers try to write their little hearts out and create an entire work of fiction in just 30 days.

I have nowhere near enough time to even attempt that, but I will be participating in National Blog Posting Month (or NaBloPoMo, which may or may not also be the name of a new rapper with the hit single "Droppin' Blogs Like It Ain't No Thang").

The whole NaBloPoMo thing is the brainchild of Fussy who tells us at the site preaching this whole thing, "No matter what you post - pictures, poems, observations, critiques, or bald-faced lies - the hope is that the act of putting something of yourself out for the world to see every single day will make writing become a more fluid, natural, and integral part of your day."

So here's to a new post every day for 30 days! ...Let's just hope I don't break the bank.

Tonight, around midnight, I was flipping through the channels and noticed that the old Dudley Moore movie, Arthur, was on Telemundo. The Spanish title was Arthur: El Millonario Seductor.

Now my Spanish isn't that great but wouldn't that translate to something like, Arthur: The Millionaire Seducer? Because if that's the case that's an awful title translation.

Dudley Moore seducing anyone? C'mon. Maybe he could seduce a bottle of scotch in that movie (and somehow Liza Minnelli), but "Millionaire Seducer" shouldn't be anywhere in the title.

I'm just sayin'.

My new favorite Trivial Pursuit question (from the 1984 Genus II edition), based on wording alone:

"How many years did it take Michelangelo to do his thing on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel?"

To do his thing?

(Psst! The answer is four.)

The other night I'm over at Brett and Corri's for dinner. Corri is checking something online and out of the corner of his eye Brett notices something about "Weird" Al on the Yahoo! welcome page.

"Did Weird Al die?" Brett asks, leaning over to get a better look at the computer screen. Corri looks over the page and says, "No. It says that he came out with some popular new song."

Brett shrugs. "Huh. I always assumed that if I heard something new about Weird Al it would be about his death."

But really, can you blame him for thinking that way?

The other day Byron and I are having coffee and I start talking about his blog. I call it "heartfelt" (which Byron takes as a pejorative) and "sometimes sappy" (which, okay, wasn't nice).

"You're such an asshole sometimes," he tells me, smiling as he says it. "I am not," I tell him.

"It's true," he goes on. "Luckily, my nice guy persona is the perfect opposite to the asshole persona. That's why Dave and I get along so well together." Dave is Byron's boyfriend and evidently he's an asshole like me.

"I don't know what it is," Byron says, "but I love assholes." He throws his arms up in the air and exclaims, "I love assholes!"

"Byron," I say under my breath, "you're gay, I get it. You don't have to fill me in on all your fetishes."

So my good friend Byron is finally getting his due (his blog, This Quarter Life Crisis has been on my sidebar for, well, ever).

Yesterday Byron was featured on Centerstage in their "You Are What You Blog" section. (The full piece can be viewed here.)

The piece asks Byron about his blog, his writing habits, and his passions. Then, at the end they ask Byron to "name a local blogger extraordinaire." His response? "There's Life as a Josh and Jargon Chicago."

Byron, you ol' so-and-so! Naming both my pleasure and my business? What did I do to deserve this?

The other night I'm talking to my friend Nik, the high school english teacher. She informs me that she has a new roommate who also happens to be a highschool english teacher.

"Two english teachers under one roof?" I ask. "I bet you two are crazy together."

I pause to think about the possibilities. Finally I settle on, "Outta control diagramming parties!"

The other night at work Dana is sifting through CDs. "Eww," she says holding up a Jack Johnson CD, "is this that bad Curious George soundtrack thing?" I nod yes.

Dana pitches the CD into the trash. "Bye Curious George," she says.

I think to myself how that would be an interesting children's book (with a change in the spelling, of course).

I mean, I kinda like the man in the yellow hat, but I also like the man in the yellow hat's girlfriend.

Yesterday Gapers Block had a few nice things to say about Jargon Chicago (which, in case you've been living under a rock, is the online magazine I happen to run, thankyouverymuch).

If you're interested in the mini review (all 21 words of it!) check it out here.

Alecia and I were talking last night and she informed be that Morgan Freeman was coming out with a cookbook. If Morgan is unhappy with his current title (which Alecia didn't know and I still don't know) Alecia and I have some suggestions for him. You can thank us later, Morgan.

*The Pork Shank Redemption
*Cooking Miss Daisy
*Million Dollar Baby Back Ribs
*Fresh Dinner Ideas Se7en Nights a Week
*Lean on Meat

Businesses That Failed to Duplicate the Success of "I Can't Believe It's Yogurt."

What more can I say that hasn't already been said?

Today My Life as a Josh has gone pink. What makes a heterosexual man turn his blog pink?

This month is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and Pink for October is urging websites to turn themselves pink for the month to raise awareness (as well as money) for the cause.

I personally have never been close to someone that was diagnosed with breast cancer and I hope I never will be (in a way similar to hoping that I'll never be close to someone who owns a Hummer or competes in a reality TV show on FOX).

So please, go check out Pink for October or even the National Breast Cancer Foundation.

And even though my blog will be pink for the next month I'm still a guy, so here's a picture of a monster truck crushing some cars. Because that's what guys look at. I would know. I am one.

Earlier today I was browsing through the missed connections on Craigslist (someone! miss me!) when I came across this headline:

"You said I had a cute little cervix - w4w - 30"

Now granted, I don't have a cervix so I'm not an expert on them or anything but is there really such thing as a cute cervix? Isn't that like saying someone has cute eyelids or cute elbows? There are some body parts that just aren't meant to be referred to as cute. Especially internal ones.

[The link for the missed connection is here if you don't believe me, and after it expires I saved it here.]