Everyone i comment on, i like because reading their blobs makes me happy!

So keep writing!

Bob

I started this blog as a test. I always thought I was good at writing, but I was afraid of failing at it, so I never really tried to do anything with it. Now here I am.

I’ll knit you a merkin for your bush. For the next trip out. Good luck, godspeed, and all that rot.

P.S. I’m honored to have your first smilie, and it has sunglasses! Does it have a nose screw, too?

Brothers of the Mighty Keyboard With Funny, Unusual New Knowledge. Or BONK with FUNK for short.

Honestly, I read alot and I read alot of well-written stuff, I also read your blog. Why would I do that? I am a busy guy right now and can hardly devote any meaningful time to my blog, but I still read your writing. Why would I do that—because you put me on your blogroll, NO, because you have commented on my blog, NO. I read your writing because I like it, end of story, history, archives, fini.

So write, and we’ll read and tell you what we think. And to mark the occasion, I will use my first smilie…here goes. Now I am off to the merkinless bush for four days, but I’ll be reading.

hey are you and FJ and alantru all related? or is alantru related to Ram?

You are dead on with your intuition about NJ being the cause of your newly rediscovered hate of people. There are a few places that can do that to a person, and anywhere in NJ (other than Stone Harbor, and some other beach towns) certainly qualifies. Pittsburgh does the same thing to me. There are so many positives, STEELERS, PENS, PITT, some great people, plus the city is now chock full of cutting edge tech jobs, but most of the people are just such shit. In so many ways nothing changes. I’m sorry, I guess I had that on my mind and it slipped out now. I wonder what the ghost of Freud would say about this.

We all need praise; so thank God that you are a talented, gifted, witty, funny writer, and a beautiful, awesome woman!!

She’ll say, “How are you, pal?”

I’ll say “I’m Kazowie”

More later… Until then, I leave you with a pale winkie.

Kazowie!

Ok, no, that doesn’t work either.

How about this: I’m grateful for your confidence. It helps to have a cheerleading section, no matter the size. See? Size doesn’t matter. We all need someone to tell us we’re hilarious, or crazy, or moving, or poetic, or biological, or whatever effect we’re going for. I hope I can hear that voice in my head when I share a “bigger project.” It also heartens me to know you’ve worked for two years and aren’t finished. I imagine with my family obligations and the difficulty of working with small (and big) children around, on top of starting to home school next year, it should only take me about four times that long. I won’t even be fifty yet! Hallelujah!

So I will keep on, brother. Until the cows come home, until Mildred wins her lawsuit and Hamish goes under, until FJ quits pretending he’s a biologist and starts writing full time.

And when I’m finished, perhaps we can all work on a project together, spurring each other on. And then we’ll all be rich and famous and live happily ever after.

What? What’s that you say?? I can’t hear you! Lalalalalalalala…