When I embarked on my dad blogging adventure several months ago, I was pretty excited about landing the URL: dadjunk.com. Naturally, lots of other dad-related URLs had been snapped up years ago by clever dadbloggers. Dadjunk seemed fun, irreverant, and obviously dad-oriented.
Like most guys, I have referred to my junk as “junk”. I asked around and the junk connotation didn’t seem too top of mind to most people. So, I went ahead with my dadjunk adventure.
Heck, I even registered grandadjunk.com for my dad, encouraging him to post tidbits about his adventures as a grandfather.
100+ posts and some decent traffic later, I’ve noticed an increasing number of smirks when I talk about my dadjunk blog. Responses like the following became common:
“So, you gonna whip out your dadjunk?”
“Why don’t you just call it dadbaitandtackle?”
“Is that a gay porn site?”
Then my dad confessed that, when he told one of his friends about his blog, grandadjunk.com, that one of his friends said, “What is it? A bunch of pictures of old guys’ balls?”
That unfortunate image that has haunted me ever since was the last straw. I’ve moved everything over to Dadhoc.com.
Dadjunk will stay up (until some porn site wants to buy it from me), but all new posts (and the old ones) can be found at dadhoc.com.
Thanks for checking out my dadjunk… (eh-hem) and welcome to Dadhoc.
