Please Won't You Be...My Neighbor

Among all the other stuff that my past few months of work-related exile has caused me to miss is this -- I'm way behind in catching up on my standard blog-reading.

You may think that my list of blogs over there on the right side of my page is for you.  But the truth is, dear ones, that that list is all for me.  Those are the blogs that I like to read, and that list is just my way of having shortcuts to all of them.

Unfortunately, as my time demands have been so insane the last few months, I've fallen way behind -- particularly on the bloggers who tend to, shall we say, "go long."  In particular, blogs such as the cream of the crop Tube City, and the lovely Anne's lovely Creating Text(iles), are among those who tend to write fairly lengthy entries, and I've missed any number of their works.  (I told this to Anne at the last Pittsburgh blogger meetup, which of course prompted her to have endless fun at my expense.  Shame on you, Anne, shame on you indeed....)

I point all of this out for no reason, other than to serve as an intro to another local blog of which I've just become aware -- the top-notch Barnestormin.  Please, if you will, read his most excellent entry on his meeting with Pittsburgh's own Mr. Rogers.

Tomorrow, time permitting -- an entertaining tale of my misadventures with a big-city fashion model, an ecstatic and overly-enthusiastic science student from Bombay, and two cranky German women who damn near force-fed an entire pack of Riccola down my throat.  With pictures!

Comments

[Tube City]

To paraphrase "Office Space": "I wouldn't say you've missed them, Bob."

[Anne]

Oh, sorrow, and grief! I whack myself, with baseball bats! It was WRONG of me to have endless fun at your expense, and I shouldn't have done it.

However, I believe that now you get to lie in wait for the chance to have endless fun at MY expense --

a brief mention doesn't count; nah, you have to actually find some coals to rake me over, and then we'll be all even and everything.

Truth is, though, I DO blither.

[Jonathan Barnes]

Thanks for the kind words, Bob.