Linkfest, Part 2...

Here are the next 15 blogs. I don't know if everybody is getting pinged or not, because it always says an error occured and invites me to take a peek at the activity log. I did that once. Ain't gonna do it again. It scared me...
Something is working somewhere, anyway, cause Buzz dropped by and made me feel great. It's nice to know that even one person gives even one shit about this.
Thanks, Buzz... (told you guys he's cool... *grin*)

Oh, and Sam? I actually did hear myself use that phrase yesterday, too... "my creek". I made me stop what I was saying and kinda grin at the easy way it came out. Then, I read that from you and was like, "Ha! See? It's not just me, then..."

Now... ready? Here we go....

I remember the first night I read this guy. He had me laughing my ass off. The one killer-comical phrase he used that made me stop and blogroll him when I could breathe again was "braised kneecap of duck"... It's making me laugh all over again... He was describing a dinner where he met his friends fiancee's family, I believe. He said that was one of the foods available and I was gone.... I also lke him, cause sometimes HIS DAD POSTS THERE (Ahem, NORMAN) and he's funny too... (Dad).

Anyway...

Next we have Erin. I found her in the Philly blog ring, too. She's sweet and funny and she's also part of this really cool concept called Blog Swan. I joined it to help me lose weight and haven't done a thing with it since. I suck. But, in my feeble defense, the first two things they needed over there were photos (which I don't have yet. Yes, Paul. Hush... lol) and ya had to weigh yourself a lot. That wouldn'ta been a problem, normally, but my boy cats around here had recently tried to drown my scale in a stinky manner and I had to get rid of it. Later that day was when I read I'd need it and between that and the pictures, I just kinda stepped back. But, I looove the newsletters they send out and that info is sooo helpful. I just wish I'd been able to be more involved. But, screw me... Erin rocks.

Next we have Mac. Mac is so cool. She's this adorable little blonde bundle of energy. She's always "up" and I always feel charged after reading her. It's like her energy comes right outta the monitor or something. Even when what she's blogging about ain't so hot, she still manages to somehow not let it drag her or you down. The way she describes Philly makes me wanna go see it... with her. We've already kinda discusssed this, too. I told her if she wants to trade a day on a horse for a day tour of Philly to let me know. It may just happen, too. She makes the place sound cooler than it is scary. Mac is smart as hell, funny and an excellent writer.

Next we have Rob. What can I possibly say about him that I haven't said before? I love the guy. Frankly, he saved my life, mind, soul... something. His was the first blog I ever read and if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be blogging. I don't give a good Goddamn what he says, who he pisses off or what anybody thinks... I know honesty when I see it, even when it's in it's "brutal" form and I respect it. I respect HIM for it. If you can't handle the truth, and many, many people can't, ya may not like him much. But, ya know what? That's your problem to deal with and try to fix, not his. Even if he ever did stop being so frank, it wouldn't change what the truth is. It'd just be that there was one less person stickin' it in yer face. That would be so bad, I shudder to think of it. Rob is a ballsy, honest and intelligent man and communicator. That just happens to be a rare and utterly wonderful combination that scares the PISS out of lotsa people... the people who just don't get it. There's a truism I've seen many times that people who ride Harleys usually espouse and it fits Rob like a glove. "If I have to explain it, you wouldn't understand it in the first place." THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is Acidman. Long may he write.

Next, we have Gray Biker. When I read him, I feel like I'm there, at his house in the woods, with the dogs and the peace. He's a calming influence and I like reading him when other shit has me all het up and spazzin'. He usually makes me laugh and sometimes I can even hear the woods and the wind and the crickets and things. He's also awfully sweet to Amy and the way he is with her shows a lot of what his heart is like. It's a good one, big as a saddle blanket from all indications.

Next, we have Dave. I met him through David from Sketches of Strain and I like him. He's funny and smart and a lawyer. And, before anybody starts boo-ing and hissing or thinking of skunk-n-skidmarks jokes, he's not that kinda lawyer. He's a damned good guy who just happens to be a lawyer. Go give him a read. You'll see what I mean.

Next up is Dark Fire. This is another personal, day-to-day kinda blog. Again, my favorite kind. And, honestly, Dark Fire is into a kind of lifestyle I've heard about, yet don't know a lot about. Getting to learn about it from her perspective is pretty cool. She's a sweetie, too. A strong, sweet lady and her life is pretty amazing.

Ahh, the lovely Jett. This woman is SO FUCKIN' AMAZING, I've kept her rolled even though she hasn't posted in like, foreverrrrr. She has this "Redesign comin' soon, Kids" thing up and I keep going back and checking. I will not give up. Even the little things she posts around that are cool. Even when she's reminding people that pieces of her blog are not up for grabs, she does it with such style... it's art. I remember one of the first things I ever read of hers that really stuck. She was describing an encounter with her ex. She said she was wearing a cute little sundress kinda thing and cowboy boots and standing next to her car. She was winning this particular 'exchange' and in frustration, her ex said, "You know what you are? You're Little Miss, Little Miss, Little Miss-can't-be-wrong..." He said it all three times, just like the song. I can just see her standing there, laughing at that and flipping that blonde hair of hers, getting into a little red sportscar convertible and driving off, leaving behind plumes of dust hanging in the hot Texas air. She has a quality of writing that is beyond description and sorely missed. Jett, I hope yer back soon.

This is Dax. I found him at Rob's, lo those many moons ago. He is a big ol' goodhearted, ferocious-lookin' teddybear. At least, that's how me comes across to me. I love the picture of himself he's got on his page and his writing is striking, too. He can make ya laugh out loud at life's absurdity, then make you cry over his dog. Or cat. Dax, ya need to get another kitten or two right away, Hon. It's truly the only thing that'll help start healing the hurt. In the meantime, Dax is a good man, a great writer and ya oughta go give him a looksee, too.

Which brings us to Paul. Paul is pretty much my computer-God. Without him and his superior skill, Xfire wouldn't be what it is today. He manages to see what's in my mind and make it happen. There has been NOTHING yet, that I've done, messed up or wanted that he hasn't been able to un-do, fix or come up with. On top of which, he's utterly friggin' ADORABLE. On top of which, he is one of the best people I've ever known in LIFE, let alone on here. He's really helped me drag myself out of some pretty dark places and there's nothing I can't tell him. He knows me really, really well and still likes me. Ya gotta love a guy like that. His blog isn't as active as it once was, but that's because he's just started a new job and is busier than a one-armed paper-hanger. He's still there, still wonderful, still Paul.
I thank God for that.

This is Paul's new Munu blog that is also inactive as yet, til he gets settled and all. I'm still glad he has it.

This is Dan. I like Dan a lot. He's an Idaho native, like Eric, and his tales of his childhood allow me even more insight into what Eric talks about. No to even mention, they're usually entertaining as hell. That's he's even alive still is somewhat of a miracle, I believe. He had some wild experiences and is a master at relating them. He's also smart, funny, honest, cute... all those things that make a guy undeniably attractive and I mean 'attractive' as in 'metal to a magnet', not just looks. In fact, when something bunges me up way to much to even think, Dan is one of the ones I look to, to understand better. He has a way of explaining things that's very much like my Dad. I trust him because he tells the truth, makes it funny when it can be and is gentle when it can't be. Thank you for every single time you've done that, Dan, and for the T-shirt. If the opportunity ever presents itself, I gotcher back. Count on it.

Next is Mikey. He inspired alla this. He's also an ex-Navy guy, again like Eric and I like how he thinks. I found that squished gang banger at Mikey's that time. (It's making me giggle all over again just thinking about that stupid guy...) Anyway... Mikey is cool. He's intelligent and speaks his mind. I like that. He says alot of the same things I do, just lots better. He, too, is intelligent and a good writer. Not to mention, but ya know I'm gonna... he's cuuute. There's something 'solid' looking about him that just makes me feel safe. This is gonna sound retarded, but I really like his face. There's just something about the look in that picture...

This is Angie. She was the first lady whose pregnancy I paid attention to. I was already in awe of the fact that she had 5 kids and any sanity at all, let alone so much... now she has six. She is simply amazing to me. Her and her husband have been through some shit, but, their story is one of inspiration and hope and love. When I go there, I feel the Mom I didn't have. She shows me the other side of pregnancy and having kids. She takes you beyond the bullshit to the heart of it all. She makes it all make sense. I don't normally go around even pretending to understand why people put themselves "through" all that, but Angie makes me understand somehow, even if only for a few moments at a time, the 'why' of it, the miracle of it all.

This is another Greg. I've known of him for a while, but have only been reading him for a few months. He's been starting a new chapter in his life lately and he seems to love it. He's a good guy. Smart, sweet and funny. I'm glad to see him having such a good time. He deserves it.

Okay. There ya have 'em. I'll get the rest done in a while. I hafta get Eric up for work now, anyway.

Peace.

Posted by: Stevie at 04:50 AM

Comments

Posted by: Mad Mikey at May 18, 2004 04:16 PM (IQl7b)

Posted by: Angie at May 18, 2004 06:08 PM (1DRw8)

Posted by: Mad Mikey at May 20, 2004 07:42 PM (Va4rU)

Posted by: Dave at May 21, 2004 12:15 PM (YZGrt)

5 What a great idea Stevie!
Thank you so much for the sweet comments but most of all..thank you for being you and being a friend *warm hugs*

Posted by: dark_fire at May 21, 2004 04:04 PM (dYA3w)

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