Many people get involved with Project 365 derivatives. For them who don’t know, these projects are meant to instill the discipline in bloggers to post regularly . . . like, every day. It’s usually photographs, but it could be the end result of any artistic effort.
Hence the 365 number — the effort is supposed to last one year; 365 posts. I’m not sure what people have against Leap Years. I mean, I think it would be much cooler doing one Project 366 every four years. Why, you could call it Project Leap, or Leap 366.
But, it’s not just February 29th people are dissing. Oh, no!
Do these sound familiar? Project 52. Project 12. Project 7.
OK, OK . . . Project 7 is a bit too short and you’d have to set your clock for a monthly alarm or you’d be likely to forget you were actually doing a project from one month to the next. Project 52 got some promise; I mean, once a week sound doable and as long as you do it on the same day of the week each week, it’s a bit easier to remember than a monthly posting.
For the record, I’ve never done a Project 365 . . . well, sort of. I’ve never done one unless you count THIS effort where I did the equivalent of a 365-day project in four months (I’m impatient that way). Don’t believe me? It’s my Untitled Posts series (102 posts) and there’s a gallery HERE with all 365 photos.
Ah, you know where I’m going with this, right? Clever of you to work it out.
Yes, I’m embarking on a Project 313 effort. Three-hundred-and-thirteen posts, each with a photo . . . and a joke and an original doodle.
“Why 313?” you ask.
Well, Bob — can I call you Bob? Yes? Great.
Well, Bob, let me tell you something you might not have worked out on your own. I pride myself on not following the crowd. Of being different. Of going against the tide. I may be one of nearly a billion bloggers on the planet, but, by FSM, I’m going my own way! An antisocial, reclusive, private, loner with a big ole window open to the public.
OK, OK, that’s not true . . . there are only an estimated half a billion blogs in the world today, but at this rate, we should top a billion is a few short years.
Anyways, 313 is a prime number. That means 313 days doesn’t break down into an even number of weeks or months. Also, it’s a palindromic number. Also, the addition of the individual digits is seven (7) which is one of my top five prime numbers.
Anyway, that’s it . . . that’s the announcement of Project 313.
Starting tomorrow — and for the next 313 days — at the stroke of 0000, a post will go live. It probably won’t have many words, but it will have a photo . . .
. . . and it will have a cartoon . . .
. . . and it will have a doodle . . .
Just to be clear, it’ll be a different photo, cartoon, and doodle each day.
Mind you, I’m not saying they will all be good but, by golly, there will be 313 of each!!
One note of caution. The photos and doodles are obviously mine — obvious because of their puerility and because they lack the air of professionalism exhibited by commercial offering.
The cartoon will be stuff I have saved throughout the years. I try and get permission from the owners of the cartoons before posting them but I seldom get replies. If someone (the owner of the copyright) objects, let me know and I’ll take them down. I see no monetary gain (direct or indirect) from posting them and I present them only because I admire the humor within them.
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