Blog Friends?

I have this habit-- I don't know if it's a good one or bad one-- of associating people whose blogs I read regularly with people I know in "RL*". So those bloggers who somehow remind me of someone I like in RL get the added bonus of me thinking of them with the "pre-approved credit" of the friend that they remind me of. (And the interest rates are very competitive, too.)

For example, Boy Vs Computer, for some reason, reminds me of a long time friend George. I don't think there's a good reason to think of George, other than a very slight resemblance in appearance, and a wry sense of humor. But it doesn't matter. I read BVC with the fondness I would if George had a blog (which, as far as I know, he doesn't. Pooey.) Even the fact that he's apparently "taking a break" from writing cause he doesn't have anything new to say sort of makes me think, "ah, that George with his break-y ways."

And Steve reminds me of my friend Steve. There's a fairly obvious reason for that reminder, but there's also a quirkiness to both Steves' sense of humor that is similar. Plus he reads my blog and procrastinates, which I have to admire in a person. I really like his idea of posting a chart with frequent search terms and the answers to those terms, but most of my search terms are not nearly as quirky as the ones he gets. It makes me want to make some up. Most of my random google searchers seem to be people looking for porn, and I don't really feel like answering those search strings.

Feministe kinda reminds me of myself when I was a younger feminist, a little more radical (the time that got me labeled a man-hater in this one English class.) I like seeing what my younger self is thinking, cause old worn out dissertation writing Kim sometimes doubts her feminism. Plus, Feministe is just so good at putting her finger on the current issue for anyone concerned with gender-- and she really works hard on her blog-- finding great quotes, making almost every entry relevant and timely. (And the ones that aren't are fun cause we get a glimpse into her life that makes her seem more like the girl in the next apartment). Which is what all of us are, really.

Glovefox makes me happy because she's a domestic goddess, too, and she lives in Oxford, where I visited a few years ago (Oxford-- I didn't yet know GF, although I think she was there at the time and I might have walked past her, unknowing the later Internet connection we would make.) I know it's sort of pointless to put a link to her for most of you cause she currently has her blog on password mode but I'm putting the link there anyway.

Then the Fish just makes me think of the single Kim that never happened-- my single-girl life was very short, and, being in small-town Florida, not nearly as interesting. Plus, she's got that "Sex in the City" feel to her (which I'm sure she has heard millions of times.) I find myself looking forward most to her posts, and she's a fairly prolific writer, so I can get my fun-loving single girl fix pretty regularly. I always wish her luck finding her bicycle because my bicycle sits on the couch in his baggy workout shorts and tank top, paying bills with a grumpy look on his face, and I hope everyone who wants to can find whatever bicycle they really need.

Other Kim is where I go when I want to read someone who is pushing herself to write, and who sometimes makes the Victorian Kim blush a bit with her well-written but "heated" short stories. (If she ever wanted to, Other Kim could give Ann Rice a run for her money on the erotica front). I do like it best, though, when I hear something about her life, too. I guess it's the nature of blogs that we are trying to learn about other people out there on the "commercial highway" the Internet has become. We try to make it a community of sorts, and I like getting those updates on things like how NOT to make Rice Krispie Treats.

Oh, and Estella just makes me laugh so hard I spray coffee on the computer screen. She makes me jealous, and I wish I wrote so well and had such constantly funny ideas. And she has this loyal bunch of commenters who all have really funny blogs, too, and I always end up wasting so much time if I follow those links to the other blogs.

So there's really no point, no pithy moral to add to the end of this post. It's just something I was thinking about. And you know that if you read this blog, there's often no real point, but lotsa words. And paragraphs, neatly separated and grammatically correct. So that maybe reminds YOU of your high school English teacher who waxed poetically about Joseph Heller and read your class some of her poetry now and then. And was frequently sort of screwy.

*Real Life