April 07, 2005
i am flattered by this
It was a phone call from out of the blue and one that I never expected. But I have NEVER failed in enjoying a conversation with a fellow blogger. To me, that's one of the greatest pleasures I get from blogging. I get to meet a lot of really good people because I rant on the internet.
I'm not sure that I am a "Tall Dog" or a "Heavy Hitter" in blogdom. Those titles belong to Glenn Reynolds and Andrew Sullivan. They get more traffic in an hour than I do in a day. But I DO like it when I speak to strangers and have them say, "We had a very mellow "southern dude" conversation. He also spoke to Uzi. He was extremely cordial during what I thought was an invasion of his time."
That wasn't an invasion of my time. It made my day.
I'll try to explain this as carefully and coherently as I can: ACIDMAN is my blog persona, one I picked out a long time ago. Rob Smith is just a guy you'd probably like to have for a neighbor. The two people are NOT the same. Acidman will rip your head off and shit down your neck. Rob Smith will let you borrow his lawn mower and provide the gas to operate it.
Ask bloggers who have met me in person. I've been known to get shit-faced drunk, rant like an old-time stump-preacher and flirt with all the wimmen. But I don't believe that ANY of those people believe that I am evil and mean. They think I'm very entertaining, and I am.
I believe in the Golden Rule and I try to live my life that way. I've got enough Rebel in me that I won't run from a fight, but I don't go around picking them, either. I'll give you a good example of what I mean: go read this.
As for the party itself, I think that a question posed by my friend Bill captured the essence of the gathering. Watching the bloggers interact, he asked, “Have most of these people met one another before? It looks a bit like a high school reunion.” I responded that most of the people in the room had not met before, but that we already “knew” one another. That’s the way it is with bloggers and blogging.
Jim hit the nail on the head with that post. But watch him--- he likes to hang out in lady's bathrooms when he's been drinking and I have photographic proof of that fact.
But he's a blogger. What else do you expect? I also nominate him for "Best Farooking Hair" of any male blogger I ever saw. It's got a little silver in it, but it's as thick as a box of Brillo pads. I wish I had hair like that.
I don't know why I wrote this post. If you don't blog, you won't understand.
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