Gut Rumbles
 

May 29, 2004

thanks, darlin'

This woman just made my day with a post that is eloquent, well-written and reflective of the woman who runs that wonderful blog.

I never meant to get on her shit-list. I've loved her writing and her personality since the day she started posting (even if she WAS an ugly baby).

Thank you, Juliette.

Comments

Baldilocks Rocks.

And that's a fact.

Jim
Sloop New Dawn
Galveston, TX

Posted by: Jim on May 29, 2004 09:22 AM

Yes, her blog is generally worth reading. That said, the fact that she sees it necessary to make a fuss about re-linking (and those who made a fuss about de-linking) is absurd.

That's ego projection, pure and simple. Blogs that are full of unvarnished ego, no matter the political stripe, are a waste of time.

More of this rant on Baldilocks' page.

Posted by: Rivrdog on May 29, 2004 11:40 AM

Rob,

Thank you.

Rivrdog: perhaps you need to re-read the post.

Posted by: Juliette on May 29, 2004 12:12 PM

I'm new around here. But I'm glad I missed whatever it was that I missed.

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