I am thinking that the entry after the previous entry, which was the first attempt at an official 101 things all my own (not to take anything away from Tim Dangerous who inspired my 202 Things that was a quasi 101 things, sort of, and until yesterday the only 101 things you could find here at casa de candoor), ought to be a rather impressive entry since a 101 Things kind of gets attention and the entry following a 101 Things, which would be this one, might get more attention than the ordinary entry so it ought to be, well, interesting (just in case it falls short of impressive)...

You should not wear underwear on your head with a head cold, it might give you the cold.

see, if you somehow stumble across this diary and decided you want to read a little more than the current entry, there's a good chance you might choose the 101 Things entry... after all, the 202 Things entry is one of the top five entries chosen by you, dear readers and other strangers, as the most visited entries here behind the candoor... but I have no idea what to write about and that, my friends, is no way to begin an interesting, no less impressive entry...

it is important to believe in what you do...

You should not forget to wear underwear when wearing a kilt because you never know when you might be called upon to stand on your head.

but still it's true, this entry might be your final straw, your last litmus test, the tie-breaker that brings you to your ultimate decision, should you fall in love with me and make me your latest favorite or should you decide I am a royal dork unworthy of your time or everlasting love...

look, I have the facts:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47

see?...

the numbers don't lie... there it is, the previous kinda sorta 101 Things that was actually a response to Tim Dangerous's 101 things (which is why I called it 202 Things, cuz I'm so clever and all)... oh, you don't have titles... it's #2... but it tries harder... of course being linked on the left helps... the highest ranked entry that is not linked on the left is #8... I mean, in case you wanted to know... and in case you have not guessed already, those numbers are the 47 most visited entries right here in this diary in order, of course...

are we getting interesting yet?...

You should not wear underwear on your head when attending a Presidential dinner, or, in fact, any formal affair, unless it is a formal affair of the Loom tribe who supported themselves by raising cotten and fruit and had semi-annual rituals where the chief and all loyal subjects and respected guests wore their finest underwear on their heads while eating fruit in celebration of the cotten harvest, but otherwise, it just would not be appropriate.

there's always hope...

it, the list of numbers, that is, would have been the top fifty, but I didn't list the actual first, second, and third most popular entries which were the home site (current), the index page (current again), and the older page (archives), respectively... of course the popularity of a given entry is relative as a lot depends on concidence and placement, like being in the right place at the right time, which is what this entry is supposed to be doing I suppose... if I had anything to say, it might even work...

are you fascinated yet?...

You should not wear underwear on your head on a first date, unless your date is wearing underwear on his or her head, in which case you should immediately decide if you really want the date to continue and if you do, excuse yourself to the rest room and return with your underwear on your head, which, in case you wondered, is the real reason your mother always warned you about making sure you were wearing clean underwear whenever you left the house.

longevity also plays a big roll in placing an entry in the top fifty, or fourty seven, for that matter... the last couple of hundred entries do not have as much of a chance as the first few hundred entries, maybe... the logic of popularity is not always as clear cut and simple as it might seem...

you could spend hours clicking on the most popular entries listed as numbers above, therein making them even more popular (as money goes to money, so goes the flow of popularity)..

or you could be a rebel and go to the archive and click on the entries that are not among the top, therein making the archive even more popular but giving the unlisted entries a chance to move into the top fifty...

or you could just throw caution to the wind and click on a random entry therein demonstrating your complete disregard for popularity...

I don't mean to dazzled you with the possibilities...

You should not wear underwear on your head in a snowstorm, because underwear is not effective at keeping the head warm and besides, a bird might not see you and accidentally fly into your head, especially if the underwear is white.

then what is the ultimate draw of popularity, anyway?... I ponder popularity and whether I value it, if I know what it is, and whether what I am doing here is seeking it... is fame living forever?... is it an immortality dream?... perhaps, but there is more to it in my mind...

when I find a serious moment to contemplate this point, I see it as being liked... and in that context, I find that it is not fame I seek, not popularity... I do not want to be liked as much as I want to be known... known well and respected for who I am...

You should not wear underwear on your head if you want to be well known and respected for who you are, unless you don't mind being well known for being one who wears underwear in his/her head.

but I do so much want a true friend, a few true friends, maybe a whole flock of true friends if that is possible in this world... while worshippers are good for the ego (welcome to the church of candoor, please tithe the waiters and don't pinch the showgirls unless they ask you to), but someone to know the real me, the true me, the me I know as me who tried to write the previous entry of 101 Things about me and realized that the surface may have actually be scratched a bit... and one true love, oh, the romance, the passion, the wild nights in Rio...

of course I would not turn down popularity if it paid well...

You should not wear underwear on your head to a football game unless you are among burly drunken frat brothers and can pass off your prank as a hazing, in which case you should not be wearing a shirt and should have some sort of animal painted on your body, preferably a macho animal and not a fish, unless it's a shark.

so anyway, just in case you came by this entry because you somehow came by this diary and clicked on the link to the 101 Things on the left and then clicked the 'next' link and came by this entry in order to see what else might have came by my mind and fallen out into words, I hope you are duely impressed by this entry that you came by after coming bye and bye (and don't worry, no one around here will mind all the coming you're doing, in fact, you'll likely be applauded if you do it again)...

or at least semi-amused...

You should not wear underwear on your head with a head cold, it might smell of poopy and you wouldn't know it because you have a cold and then everyone would drop their bags of gourmet groceries and expensive antiques as you passed because they would instinctively grab their nose with one hand and with the other, point at you and scream, "you're underwear smells like poopy!" which might prove to be embarrassing for at least one of you, especially if it's caught on video.

and you thought there was nothing to learn here...

ha!...

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