Well, fuck. How did this even happen? This blog is twenty years old today. And let me stop you right there fellas who want to tell me about the blog they started in 1998, I…
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The COVID Diaries: Amused, Party of 1
The #1 reason I created I Will Dare back in 2000 and why I’ve kept at it for 20 years is because it amuses me. A lot. I was a lonely 28-year-old customer service rep…
The Platinum Anniversary
I saw the Noah takes a photo of himself every day for 20 years on Kottke this morning, and uffda is it making me feel some things. In July, I Will Dare (the site, not…
This Blog is NINETEEN YEARS OLD Today
One day you’re twenty-eight-year-old young woman sitting in your shitty apartment in Prior Lake smoking cigarettes and tossing HTML For Dummies on the floor and the next you’re a forty-seven-year-old cranky old goat sitting in…
Something to be Smug About
After forty-seven years on this planet I can admit I do not have very much to be smug about. I’m not wildly popular or famous or fashionable or beautiful or sexy or rich or ambitious…
Day 7 of 200: 18 Years of IWillDare.com
Holy buckets! Eighteen years of this here website. EIGHTEEN YEARS. If IWillDare.com was a human she would vote in the next election (Erin Murphy! Angie Craig!). She’d probably be going off to a sensible state…
A Typewriter of One’s Own: On 17 Years of Blogging
On Monday, the actual date of IWillDare.com’s 17th anniversary, I only remembered the event for about 10 minutes over lunch. Then I got swept away in the Scaramucci news and freezing some green beans. You…
The Long, Dark Journey to a New Web Host & Other Whinings
First of all, how you like the new digs? I figured with all that was going on the least I could do was freshen this joint up. What was going on? Well, I’m glad you…
Holy Shit, People, I Will Dare (.com) is 16 years old today!
Get a load of this, if my blog were a human, she could go take her driver’s license test today. And if she were like me she would totally ruin her 16th birthday by failing…
Return of the Grievous Blogger
Wanna know why I’ve not written lo these many weeks? Because spending a majority of your waking hours taking care of four boys ages ten to sixteen (and one adorable dog) will turn your brain…