At its best, blogging creates links between people in different places with different backgrounds, interests and world views. Not only that but the personalities and narratives of people you have never met – and almost certainly never will – can come over. Provided that you don’t treat the virtual world as a substitute for the real one, some sort of faux panacea for actual discontents, then this is a good thing. Okay, on with the nominations…
1. Bug Eyed Blog
Some bloggers put up profile or other pics of themselves but most I wouldn't recognise if I bumped into them in the street. Earl would be most easily recognised by the back of his right calf (above). I confess I'd like to have a beer with Earl one day should I ever find myself in New York. He likes his beer. He also likes movies, applying his mordant wit to a range of topics and his beloved Gia. Total top bloke...
2. Daisy's Dead Air
Daisy is the ultimate ageing hippie (no offence Daisy!). She's a serious Deadhead, a herbalist, a feminist and a polemicist of gale force 9 proportions. She blogs on politics, music and religion mostly. She regularlly confuses the US religious right - which has to be a good thing - they don't get her at all. One e-mailed her plaintively...
'I can't figure out what kind of Christian you are.You claim to be Catholic and then you quote Buddhists and Hindus. You talk about the saints and then you welcome people with gender confusion and affirm their psychosis. You casually use the F-word. What kind of Christian are you, anyway?'
'The fun kind' she replied.
Renegade is that most rare and exotic of creatures - an American Trotskyist. He also likes movies, tango, flamenco and jazz. What I like about him is that he has created an open blog with a range of commenters, many of whom disagree with him strongly on pretty much everything. This is not the political equivalent of the narrow sect of the saved talking to itself - it's a heterodox free forum. I like that.
4. The Corridor (A Cricket Blog)
I'm an unashamed cricket anorak and here I can indulge my addiction with fellow sufferers. Oh, and the site meter currently shows 1,206,810. Eat your hearts out! Doubleoh, and at the risk of causing transatlantic offence, a quote I came across today: 'there is a limit to what Americans can understand. That lmit is cricket'.
This is the blogger in full on rant mode. I've an immense soft spot for Ronald, even if he does occasionally make me wince. Mainly because he's so bloody funny - and despite outbursts that would make a Tourette's sufferer blush - he obviously has a good heart. Not to mention his revenge against a certain Troll - one of the great moments in blog history - some of you know what I mean ;)
24 comments:
I'm truly honoured, but also slightly disapointed at the same time. Its been a long time since I got to fire the Purdy illegally, and I was already salivating at the thought of bagging me a bunny.
I'll put this wee beauty back in its cabinet, but I'm no gonnae lock it just in case I need it in a hurry.
Phew!!!
Hey now! Isn't that nice.
Would love to sit down and have 10 beers with you as well. Thanks!
Well, my old Bunny I am truly honoured! This is the very first time I have had anybody single me out for anything at all, apart from peering from behind closed curtains at the police car moving slowly up and doon outside my house!
Thank you for the honour.
I AM THRILLED!!!
:D
You rock, Mister Lawman.
I will soon be aesthetically redesigning my blog, new template etc. Somehow I will put your plug to use.
Thanx
There was a fabric wall hanging in a British Pub back in CA that had a bunch of Cricket rules on it. I was like, 'huh???"
Thanks for thanks - glad to spread a little happiness :D
Ronald - when the police get arsey like that, grab a camera, throw open an upstairs window and start photograpphing them - drives them nuts! Especially as they can't think of a reason to barge in to stop you. When they ask, just say you are a local historian accumulating archive material. Then smile cheesily ;)
JoJo- lengthy explanations available on request ;)
Hmmm... must go and explore. Except maybe the cricket one. Sorry to The Corridor, but jeepers... watching paint dry is more exciting than a five-day game of cricket. Especially when my national team (The Proteas) are doing so badly.
You should try Formula One ;-)
You what?
Rod's Knees? A good blog...
That guy is as soft as French Cheese.....
Try taunting him
Go on...give it a go...
He cries like a bleedin' baby
Waaaa
Waaa
Sniff
Waaa
Tamara - I'm afraid I have the same reaction to F1 as you have to 5 day cricket - YAWN!!! - manages to be ear splitting and tedious at the same time...
what's the bloody point???
I have to thank you again for that, it's a pity one or two absolutely shite bloggers were missed out of your recommendation.
hey Rod
If Whitey Waaaaabittt had given Mr P his vote of "confidence" - Mr P would give up...
He really would...
Cos Whabbitt is the ugly face of the Establishment....
He really is Rod..
WR, can you change the fave blogs? PLEASE DO!!!!!!!!!!!
;)
Too late my pretty...
Hey Rodney
P likes your comment - see below Rod
"And as everyone knows, rotten pineapples are as soft as freshly shat dogshite when you cut them open. I wouldn't touch one with a shitty stick"
P regards that as one of your
Cry-Baby post
He can see why you deleted it.....but my boys are onto you.
P.S. where do you find your "shitty sticks"? They are so rare around these parts.
Nice one
Humpty Numpty sat on a wall
Humpty Numpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Said "Oh fucking christ almighty, not that numpty pineapples again...
Please feel free to leave your comments on my blog pineapples. I have great pleasure in deleting them. Go on, you know that you want to. We have a bet going on as to how immature you can make yourself sound.
Go on! Go On!
Ronald:
Do not feed the Troll.
;)
Rodney - thanks for the comment - but your threat of deleting Mr P's comments - has made Mr P very worried.
Oh Me Gawd
So cruel of you
I can see that you are a person - not to mess with.
Oh and Waaaaabittt - will you please stop calling me Rodney.
I have told you about this before; and if I want to talk to Rod - then I shall.
You totally boring old conventional Gett
Mr scroteapples has turned into a strangled catt. Meeoooowwww!
BTW how did you know my real name was Rodney? You clever little shite! You will have to go around to your friend's house (and you only have one friend that can afford internet access, the rest spend all of their dole on special brew) and try to post a comment on my blog from there. Go on! You know that you want to! Go on!
Ah yes, just another tip. Come back and comment here when yer bollocks have dropped. Boy.
Sorted. Fuckin' little wank-stain.
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