I doan why, jes' scrolling through blog memory lane, I reckon, but I got to feelin' nostalgic fer some bloggers who we ain't seen in a long long time.
I reckon political correctness done stole much of what early bloggin' had goin' afore facebook or other twits ans pics. 'Member that? In them early blogger says we'uns could say obvious thangs that wuz hangin' in the air like ripe fruit callin' to the fruit fly. These days, we's all so niiiiiiice. Feisty warn't frowned upon, an PC din't have no choke hold on us.
Some of these y'all will recall, others may be a'fore yore visits to the Porch began. This ain't a complete list, an' I might add to it. But fer now, heah be a shout out to fondly remembered Blog-Folk.
A Florida blogger who charmed birds down to his balcony railing....a Guinness imbiber known to extoll the wonders of nudity. His blog offered "clarity amid the muck," assumin' ya think democrats have clarity, a point that is decidedly murky. Pete be a fella I akshully met, ( wif' clothes on) along wif' Mayden, Helene an' K9. Pete was a happy, amiable libbo that I luved despite some of his left of center ideas (Granted, it depends on whar'' ya think center is!)
A'fore Sir Karl as most mysterious man, thar' was Mr. Q. Q be a deep thinkin' fella wif' insights or questions that set some of us up at a new angle. He had a habit of fading in an' out, ya never knowed when a visitation might occur.
Heah's what Mr. Q said about bloggin'
"Why do I blog?
- Because I have not been caught.
- Because it relieves stress.
- Because it is free and freeing.
- Because I like the attention.
- Because I like to piss people off
- Because I express my real self.
- Because there are good people that I thought did not exist."
Natcherly, K9 (Chickory) found a means of show an tell wif' Q--an' reckon she got the drop on him when she arrived at their appointed rendezvous--but thas' understandable cause, heh, in them days, darn few knowed K9 was....a her, not a him. But, I leave it to Chick9 to unravel that yarn fer y'all. Miss you Mr. Q, an' you'd be a welcome sight iffin' ya wanna drop in fer a glass of lemonade ( I'll spike it fer ya!)
Bird is a poet, a teacher, another well meanin' libber that scratched Aunty's hide oft times....but c'mon, she luved chocolate, other good cookin', ball clubs, funky clothes. Bird wuz salty tongued, but sweet hearted. She cain't help that San Francisco is her nest, an' weird stuff shows up in the straw.
On blogging Bird wrote:
"i fear i've become quite addicted. i periodically range far and wide - find stuff that scares the bejezes out of me, stuff that makes me marvel, stuff that thrills me with its beauty, and stuff that bores me horribly. hahahaha! "
Miss ya' Bird Beauty. Fly by iffin' ya' find a current comin' south.
This lady an her hubby is sompin' (Somethin') else! A Texan transplanted to Reno, self made gritty gal who raised two adorable smart boys--these is REAL 'Mericans who GET IT! Patriots. The cherry on top fer Aunty? Malinda has a "southern soul", even lived a spell in Mississippi. She is holdin' the fort in the Southwest. About bloggers, Malinda wrote:
"Somehow through blogging, right or wrong... this nation is now becoming again... WE THE PEOPLE.
That scares the HELL out of those folks in the "powers that be" that thought we all just go about our business and pay no attention to WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON.
Blog on folks... it may be the tool to survival :) "
Heh... this blogger is one of us'uns still, thanky to heaven! --jes' morphed a bit--anybody recall or wanna guess who this be? Hint: deliciously creative in art an' word, a Haiku winner extraordinaire. What Schaumi said on bloggin':
"right now it seems like i'm blogging out of habit. a habit i'm surprised to still have after a year.
i do also blog because it is a form of stress relieve and to a certain extent a creative outlet. ...and i blog to keep in touch with my small bloggin community.
On My Watch
This blogger brought us the quirky tidbits that high art bloggin' can reward ya' wif'--the zaney thangs of the day, with good commentary. Dry, acerbic...not wif' out ultimate charity. Why does On My Watch blog?
"boredom mostly, and to see if anyone out there got my jokes. :) but after I started, turned out to be fun to read other people's stuff and get *heated* every now and then.
it's kind of like a block party without the block"
Gnomeself, Formerly Iamnot,
A man-blogger who done hero work rasin' his boys. Knowed how to coax cool from a camera. Sought the insight of lady bloggers whenever he hit a snag in domestic bliss wif' his missus. His site is down--Aunty wishes him well.
This dear chile' still blogs, writes, is mama an' daugther to her family---a very pretty an' sweet nature'd lady that always had sparkle to spread. Met her onc't wif' Pete Bogs. Aunty misses her visits, but reckon even the Front Porch is a bit dicey fer Mayden. Other sweet chillen, that I wish't I knowed whar' life has taken them, include Butterfly Girl an' Lady Lux.
Vanille, Infinitessima. Aunty called her Contessa.
This chile were a tough talkin', smart hardshell New Woman....'cept her heart got banged up pretty easily. Liked debate. Stood up to bullies, but went all slack if MoorMan left his trail. Last I knowed, she be workin on a master's degree...an' I hope she got it--shure were many sleepless nights.
Troll be the loveable under-bridge dwellin' ladies' man what loved Secretariat more than his next beer. A gourmet cook. An articulate defender of the good an' the mostly true. Kentuckian by birth; Floridian by fate. Troll initiated Haiku Monday an' taught us'uns how to Haiku. A'fore that, he gave us Mute Mondays--a photo essay on a given theme. No words allowed. Troll liked contests. His Christian faith was front, center, an' loud enough to hear even iffin' some tried to put they fingers in they ears. Miss this kid, I really do. Site is down.
An American in Japan: "Misplaced Man in Japan." Likes projects. A study in chiaroscuro: Dark sloughs whar' silver sparkles dances on the surface. He is a pun-master. Not bad wif' imagery either:
"I like ice cream. Its like eating an instant smile. I am on a diet so now I have to find something else that will put a grin on my face."
DT t'were a very talented cartoonist-- used his art to skewer politicians, Muslims, hypocrites. Controversial? Heh. But, truth often is. His cartoon commentary was prophetic--much of what he showed us'uns is now the horror du jour. This is what he wrote when his blog was put on "indefinite recess,"
"Rife with diseased political orthodoxies, ours is an atmosphere thick with the anesthetic of "modernity." The pursuit of Truth and the defense of Liberty, regardless of intention, can only flail about blindly in this noxious fog of self-defeating paradigms; ours, it seems, is a fatal inheritance bestowed upon us by the flight of successive generations from civilizational certitude and from reality."
That kind of insight an' the accompanying artistic expression attracts from both poles-- not fer the delicate natured.....site is down, but here is a link to one post
A fan of Jane Eyre, a domestic diva who let us peek in on the doings of Thursday an her Prince. Somehow Fleur reminds me of Thursday.
Oh now, wish't y'all had known Hail Pig, mah Sweet Shoat. An arctic fisherman, a patriot, he gave Bird Beauty the pip, tangled wif' Pete Bogs, delighted K9, an' made many of Aunty's blogger days end wif' a good laugh. A man who din't never git hisself manhandled.
Thar's a half dozen more I could name--all profiles gone now--an' maybe thas' ok. Folks gotta go whar' they gotta go, ain't it so?
Posted by Aunty Belle at 9:35 PM