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Mission to 81: I need your help

In 2015 I wrote 80 blog posts. This year, my goal was to best that number. I'm at 66 as of this post, which...maybe doesn't count since it's kind of cheating to write a post ABOUT writing blog we'll say 82 then. 

I have 22 days to write 16 blog posts. I need your help. Comment to me about blog posts you'd like to see me write, and I'll tackle whatever subject you like. I'd prefer not to have to write about heavy stuff like politics or current events or anything serious. Stuff like books, film, culture, travel, music, fitness...that's my wheelhouse right now. 

Anyway...write to me!


Grace McQueeny said…

Sorry, it's just me. ;)

What is the most thrilling mystery you have read and/or watched?

What's the deal with Narcos?

Best Christmas movie?

Which band, in your opinion, is timeless?

What would you tell someone who is just beginning their fitness journey?
luke fornari said…
when to use a yiddish dictionary to your advantage

diapers, we start and end life wearing them. thats 85 years of technology to make them more stylish.

what holidays do elves enjoy most?

was amazon named after the very thing it is destroying? (tree hugger love)

which animal will evolve next to rule the world, Herpes?

will rogue one influence more boys to enter the military to fly modern fighter airplanes which look more and more like an xwing fighter! PShhhuu PShhhuu . (laser sounds) (laser dont have sounds so kids will be disappointed in real life)

BeeDEEEEEEEEEE . blahhhhh

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