I know you don't care. I don't even care. But this is how I do things. I'm not a blogroll slut like some people. I take this stuff seriously, even though I know it means absolutely nothing.
First of all, there's the matter of SarongPartyGirl. I threatened to drop her from the roll last month because a) her blog was reading like a Suicide Girls promotion instead of a William Holden movie and b) she hadn't sent me pictures of herself scantily clad the way she sends pictures to my best friend in the whole world Conrad over a Gweilodiaries. Impossible standards to meet or -- in the case of the William Holden thing -- even to understand? You bet. But I spent 20 years working for publications that demanded that the stuff I write be understandable, and I'm done with that stage of my life. From here on out, it's a long, slow slide to dementia.
Anyway, after a couple of weeks of checking my email every hour to see if she's sent pictures, I'm promoting SPG anyway. She's out of the "We'll See..." category and up to "Weekly" because she's telling better stories and I really do like the Suzie Wong-ish optimism of her voice. She's sweet and a little lost and I just can't turn her away. She hasn't emailed me any photos yet, though she did post a comment to a previous Sex Day post that revealed that her real name is Isabella and she has named her genitalia "Cream Puff."
The other on-the-bubble blogroll denizen is Vodkapundit, who has been unpleasantly crabby lately. Where he used to be charming and thoughtful, he's slipped into the bitter conservtive wormhole and popped out on the other side of hte universe where there is only one emotion: Outrage. That's what Republicans have left now that they control pretty much everything and the world still hasn't morphed into Utopic suburbia: Outrage. VodkaPundit, apparently feeling the heat of my withering glare, decided to go on a blogging hiatus. On the off-chance that a tanned, rested and ready VodkaPundit will regain his old form, I'm leaving him where he is. I'm rooting for you, Steve. We all are.
NewMexiKen gets an upgrade from "We'll See..." to "Every Day" because I enjoy his charming blog every single day. Also because I'm afraid of his family. See, I made a couple of wisecracks about NewMexiKen's grandchildren, and the mother of at least one of those children called me out.
I am wondering if Functional Ambivalent would like to settle this matter outside?
No, actually, I wouldn't. But golly, thanks for the offer and, uh, please feel free to continue reproducing, if that's what you want.
I'm dumping Engrish.com, which is a great site, because I'm going to an all-blog link policy. Still, click here for a big Japanese laugh, and visit Engrish.com often.
I'm also dropping The Raw Story, which bills itself as a Liberal Drudge, which is a lot like billing yourself as a tall midget. I'm dropping it because I never go there myself, and thus won't pretend I'm recommending it to others. And yes, I am a sanctimonious twit.
Now that we've got the ugliness over with, here's a couple of new editions:
First off, The Luxury of Conceit gets a "We'll see..." slot because...oh, I don't remember what I was thinking, to tell you the truth. Maybe it's that he's based in Madison, Wisconsin, which I visited a lot in college and remember fondly, if vaguely. (I'd go back, but I think there may still be outstanding warrants.) Maybe it's his voice. Maybe it's the fact that he gets even fewer visitors than I do, which makes me feel important. Whatever, we'll see how he works out.
Also Jack O'Toole goes on because he's both a good political blogger and a guy who's made a life for himself with a name that sounds like it might just be a dick joke. (This from a guy named "Johnson" whose father's first name is "Dick.") Mr. O'Toole is a professional political operative who I'm enjoying a lot these days.
How can you pass that up?
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