Okay, it isn’t really an interview, but I am busy this weekend… editing a book, my daughter’s Homecoming dance, some other stuff… so I will ask the Doobster some questions here, and he can answer in the comment section below. This will be a chance to get to know all about him.
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1. Do you remember how and when you first learned about my blog? Tell us what led you to this magical place.
2. What is your favorite thing about my blog?
3. Now that you are famous… you know, thanks to my blog, what are your big plans for the future… as they relate to my blog?
4. Which do you enjoy doing more in your free time, commenting on my blog or reading my posts and laughing at my antics?
5. Have you told everyone you know about my blog?
6. How long can you go without reading my blog before the pain becomes too much to bear?
7. How often do you dream about my blog?
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Well, I hope you all appreciate this opportunity to get some insight, some intimate knowledge, about this fascinating blogger and what makes him tick.
Pouring My Art Out 
This is the most entertainment I have had in a long time! You two! Frick and Frack! 🙂
which is which
On top of all the wonderful things that hve been brought up about Doob, you can add that he is a tolerant man. Do you realize Art, that in the very first sentence of this post about the great Doob you have two glaring punctuation errors? The very thing that Doob stands for and you denigrate his teachings with such thoughless errors. Sigh. “busy this weekend… editing a book, my daughter’s Homecoming dance, some other stuff… so” Neither ellipsis has space before it – as is required by punctuation law, the very cornerstone of Doob’s strength. I would say that you owe the great Doobster418 an apology and recognition for his unending patience with our thoughtless errors.
I must concur with my colleague however, in light of Arts’ Vision of Doobieday, I think he should receive no more than a warning and slap on the wrist.
you can slap whatever part of me you want to… within reason… I do not punctuate correctly…. … .. . …ooo000ooo…
Well, on this blog, of which I am supreme big cheese, I bow to no laws, either of nature nor punctuation!!!
Well, not “right by.” I could walk it in about 20 minutes, but it’s about a five minute drive and my dog loves to be in the car.
And the story of the squirrel is really true.
I knew some of them escaped when I was there… but they should know better than to talk English to people.
Maybe it was canine and my dog translated for me. Hard to remember. I was smoking a doobie at the time.
Well of course you were.
Damn, I wish you would have pointed out that you post your comments in reverse chronological order. Perhaps if I ever read your blog, I would have known that. So technical speaking, my very first comment on your infamous, record breaking blog isn’t the first comment, it’s the last! Sigh!
And that’s why, at some point today, I was, in fact, first, even if only for a short while.
You were the last to be first, and the first to be last… and even a broken clock is right twice a day…
No… that post, with the help of tech support… was flipped so that that new comments appear at the end… or top… or whatever… but the other posts don’t do that. We had to do that because people were getting mad about waiting for all the comments to load before they could scroll to the bottom to make a comment. What is annoying about wordpress is that my whole blog appears upside down… the first post is at the bottom… how are people supposed to read my blog from the very beginning? Even ancient papyrus scrolls didn’t require that much scrolling.
7. How often do you dream about my blog?
Whenever I’m running a fever in excess of 100 degrees — Celsius, that is.
Notice that, in the spirit of maturity, I didn’t ask how often you dream about me, personally… or what I was wearing in said dreams…
But I do occasionally have nightmares about a large pair of sunglasses sitting on top of a big nose with a wide mustache and some sort of strange furry growth just below the lower lip.
hey now… my nose isn’t big…
It is relative to a crack squirrel’s nose.
Well they have some pretty big noses.
Ha,ha,ha! 🙂
sigh
6. How long can you go without reading my blog before the pain becomes too much to bear?
Do you still blog? Since when?
Well, that one veered unexpectedly off onto a sarcastic tangent… but this is a comedy blog, so I forgive you.
5. Have you told everyone you know about my blog?
I reblogged your blog about me on my blog. Does that count?
It sure the hell does… although I am still curious about that post you did where you showed the stat bars but never told us what the numbers associated with them were… I want to know how jealous I should be.
How many fingers do you have on each hand?
I don’t do math tests… I am all art-side-of-the-brain
So if you don’t do math, why do you keep asking about the numbers? Besides, it’s all relative…and we all hate relatives.
I guess it is none of my business when you get right down to it.
Okay, so now you’re trying to guilt me into giving you the numbers. Fine. According to WordPress, the low daily views for the past 7 weeks has been 154. The high, 388. My average has been hitting around the mid to upper 200s. So far this month, I’ve had almost 7,600 views.
So now that you know, does that make you feel better or worse?
worse… for me… better for you…
Oh come on. Yours is one of the more popular sites on WordPress. No one else has accumulated more than 32,000 comments on a single post!
I have weeks where I get mid 200’s, but usually I hover around 100 to 150 average.
That’s not bad at all. And remember, I spent four years over at another blog hosting site where, if I got more than 10 views a day, I was thrilled!
I was getting 300’s for a while, back there a few months ago… but I guess I am not as good as I was then.
300+ for me is still a fairly rare occurrence for me.
Well now my goal is just to get one more view than you every single day…
Ooh! A little one-on-one, eh? Cool!
That is the only way I compete
4. Which do you enjoy doing more in your free time, commenting on my blog or reading my posts and laughing at my antics?
Yes.
Now that was a good answer. That is also the answer I give when the people at the store ask me if I want paper or plastic.
Doob has a tendency to leave one word answers when he doesn’t feel like coming up with anything better. Please excuse him. (Glares off somewhere to the west, to remind Doob to be nice to his new friends.)
wait… who is a new friend exactly?
I’m practicing my brevity.
I’m perfecting my depravity… in zero gravity
3. Now that you are famous… you know, thanks to my blog, what are your big plans for the future… as they relate to my blog?
I’m an impromptu, ad hoc, spur of the moment kind of a guy. I make no plans whatsoever. What will be will be. No promises, no broken promises.
What was the question, again?
Doesn’t matter…. if you don’t make plans, it doesn’t matter if you don’t make them here or somewhere else.
2. What is your favorite thing about my blog?
Your modesty, humility, and humbleness.
That is my favorite part too… I rock at all those things… I might be the best person in the whole world ever at them!
You guys are too funny!!
yeah we are
1. Do you remember how and when you first learned about my blog? Tell us what led you to this magical place.
I was walking my dog in Golden Gate Park and she spotted an unusually strange squirrel. It had freckles and was wearing a pirate’s hat. I think it was drunk, too. Or on drugs. My dog ran after the squirrel and grabbed it by its tail. At which the point, the squirrel pleaded, in English, no less, that he was one of the crack squirrels inside the head of the blogger over at Pouring My Art Out and that if my dog ate him, it would spell the end of Pouring My Art Out and possible even the end of Author R.H. Browne (if that’s his real name…sounds a little pseudonymous to me).
And so I asked this crack squirrel what of this blog of which he spoke and he explained it to me and told me he would give me the URL if I would persuade my dog to let him go. And so I kicked my dog in the butt, which caused her to howl and drop the crack squirrel, who ran up a tree.
And so I went to my computer and entered the URL the crack squirrel gave to me. It was at that point that I realized that I should have let me dog eat the damn squirrel.
Wait… is that really true… you live right by the Golden Gate Park? I was just there for Willie’s birthday party. You could have come outside and hugged me.
I just checked, and for what it’s worth, yours was the very first blog I followed. Trent’s was second. Hmm.
Now I feel like a jerk… I missed following you somehow until like… yesterday… I am actually honored to be first… and best… HA!
Hey, no worries. I don’t follow everyone who follows me and I don’t expect everyone I follow to follow me.
well you should expect it…
Okay. Then you really should feel like a jerk! 🙂
I said I did, didn’t I?
You know, I thought I answered this, but I don’t see it, so I’ll answer it again. I don’t live “right by” GGP. If I wanted to, it would take me about 20 minutes to walk there, but my dog loves going in the car, so we usually drive and it’s maybe a 5 or 6 minute drive.
you did answer that… and next time I am in the Bay Area, we are getting together…
Weird. I didn’t see it. But sure, let me know. We can hang out with the crack squirrels in GGP (or with those in your head).
maybe we can give them something to mellow them out
You mean like some doobies?
was I being too obvious?
No. I was just being insightful.
I like to be inspiteful