Velociworld

Chums

I'm a pretty iconoclastic bastard, in case you haven't noticed. I buck the trend, dislike the quotidian. I have issues making friends. Most friends are really acquaintances, buddies by virtue of geography, or work. Therefore as a rule I really don't have much in common from the get go, and it deteriorates from there.

Bloggers are different. Don't ask me how. I posted once on the fact that I used to have friends in high school I would trust with my life. That tight. A bit of that in college, too. But it ends after that. Every friend you make after that is partially on the hustle. To some extent or form. Not that they aren't great, but would you trust them with the rope?

I've met folks through the blogdingnagian world that challenge that presumption, however. Total tights. Peeps I would hang my hide over the edge with, that I would trust my life with. How queer is that? Not too, I think.

After postings, and comments, and offline e-mails, you take the measure of a person. You sniff them out, so to speak. I have been blessed to hunker down with a great crowd. I truly believe the people I hung with in Jekyll, bar none, would have my back in a tight. That is amazing.

I ain't the weepy type, of course, but I think my homeys kick the fucking ass. I would go to the ends of the earth with anyone I met at Jekyll. Even the knuckleheads. Blogworld is a truly screwy place.

Now. About my honorarium... don't give me that fake fancy Tin Man heart...