Thursday, April 07, 2011
What I'm writing now, and publishing tomorrow, brought a desire to post this today. It is a collection of links to some of the best writing done by three good friends in the blogosphere.
All of the following either touched me deeply or made me truly laugh out loud. I felt enriched after reading them. I share them with the hope that they will do the same for you.
Disclaimer: I always feel bad about doing something like this because I feel as though I'll be hurting someone's feelings. This involves only three writers. They are singled out for various reasons, none of which are your fault. That is to say, if you feel slighted by NOT being mentioned here, because you think we're mighty good internet friends, please rest assured that we are and not being mentioned does NOT mean you haven't written anything of great worth. You probably have. This is hardly a complete list of every distinctive post or person I've found while visiting any of you, and I feel bad about not featuring some folks in a similar fashion to that which I'm about to do for Chris, Chris, and Steve. Some whom I enjoy on a daily basis may not be mentioned simply because you don't tend toward longer pieces. I'm a wordy bastard, so I like other wordy bastards. Some are more visual than literary. You know who you are and you know how much I love your stuff. For some, it may be because your writing is so uniform I couldn't choose a few pieces without feeling as though I were slighting you in some way. It may be because my most treasured memories of your writing came via personal correspondence rather than at your public blog. It may be because I'm a vile lazy slug and my memory is random. That's probably the best thing to hold in your broken heart as you curse me. Anyway, if you're listed on my sidebar at all, rest assured that I have you there because you write things I enjoy reading, even if nothing is singled out here.
The Long Goodbye
Thanksgiving Comes First
Lo Siento, Senor Poopy Pants
Heckling Shirley Temple
Beethoven, Bugs, And The Terminator
Whatever Happened To... Little Red Riding Hood?
In Which My Secret Origin As A Super-Villain Is Revealed
In Which It All Depends On Your Point Of View
In Which I Owe My Existence To The King Of The Dumb-Asses
In Which I Am 0-for-2
And now, you can scratch your head and wonder just what in hell I'm publishing tomorrow. Or you can come back and see.
(After reading all of the above, of course.)
Soon, with more better stuff.