i heart you… and you… and you… and you… and even you
Today is the inaugural Reveal Your Blog Crush Day, inflicted upon us as decreed by the lovely Jenny, Sandra, and Ms. Sizzle.
What constitutes a blog crush, you ask?
- You can’t wait to read what they post next.
- You want to be friends with them.
- You think they are the cat’s meow. Meow!
- You might find them attractive — physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, whatever floats your boat.
- If you met them in person, blushing might occur.
Well geez. What the hell is one person supposed to do? Tear open their soul for the world to read??
Obviously, yes.
According to the rules, one is allowed to pick more than blog crush (although posting your entire blog roll is frowned upon like the master of a Dickensian workhouse upon a plucky young orphan). In the spirit of the occasion, and because I seem to have been born without a decisive organ (but strangely enough I have a fully functioning cookie gland), I will proceed to list my TOP FIVE BLOG CRUSHES:
- Dooce: Dooce will probably win the inaugural Lifetime Blog Crush of the Century Award. She is the top mama of the blogging world. Funny as a bag of really amusing hammers, she also wins points for laying out her entire life — warts, rashes, and really odd poops included — for the world to see. For being the moving target that I could only hope to see on the distant horizon, she gets the first flower of crushitude.
- Sassyk: SassyK is my doppelgänger. She went to the same theatre school that I did (a couple of years after me). She also moved away to pursue a life as an actor (Toronto, for me, London for her). She also found the theatre life grinding her down and started to look at her life as having more than one option. And she also likes to verbally crush on her significant other (Hi, SassyK’s Beau!). For being the gender-swapping funhouse mirror to my life, SassyK gets the second flower of crushitude.
- Jenny: Although she doesn’t [wipes away tears of heartbreak] crush on the Canadians enough to pick one of us as her blog crush, Jenny is one big bucket ‘o’ fun. Whether it is whittling, paint-by-numbers, or the terrifying world of dioramas, Jenny is awesomely willing to try her hand at wickedly obscure hobbies that the majority of us would scamper away from briskly. And then she shares. (She’s good that way.) And she runs the oh-so-tempting TequilaCon (which if I win the lottery I’M SO GONNA BE THERE). To Jenny, who is like the wicked cool gal pal you want to introduce you to the mysterious world of Dutch Clog Dancing, I hand the third flower of crushitude.
- Sweetney: Sweetney is rock and roll. Pure and simple. To her I hand off the fourth flower of crushitude.
- Magazine Man: Yes, I have a man crush. Not that there is anything wrong with that. And why do I have a man crush on Mr. Man? One reason, stated well by charming and dashing Suldog — “Best Writer On The Internet”. So, to Magazine Man I hand off the fifth and final flower of crushitude
For those awarded here, feel free to shout it from the rooftops! Here’s a little help:
And… I’m spent.
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Who are your blog crushes?
December 15th, 2006 at 3:38 pm
awesome! thanks for crushing along with us.
December 15th, 2006 at 3:43 pm
Sween:
Blogcrushes? Honestly? Magazine Man (and thanks for quoting me concerning him) and you.
You’re consistenly funny and there’s never any appearance of sweating to achieve that effect, unlike some bloggers known as me.
I basically have a soft spot in my head… uh, heart… for everyone in my links, truly, but you and MM are the folks I know will always come through with the good stuff.
You may stop blushing now.
December 15th, 2006 at 3:50 pm
You have it backwards - I crush on my Canadians TOO MUCH to call it out on my blog. I’ve already had one blogger’s wife call me a home-wrecking blogger slut*. Just know this: I converted to Canadianism for you.
Oh yeah, and I also have a crush on your dad.
*Note to Jason’s wife: I was falsely accused - I would never wreck a home.
December 15th, 2006 at 5:21 pm
“Jenny, who is like the wicked cool gal pal you want to introduce you to the mysterious world of Dutch Clog Dancing” - HAH!
Oh, and I can vouch for her crush on you Canadians.
December 15th, 2006 at 6:36 pm
Jenny has made my day.
Ahhhhh.
December 15th, 2006 at 8:50 pm
These are awesome. Love the new button, too!
December 15th, 2006 at 10:23 pm
that’s so fucking sweet.
up with love! down with hate! woot!
December 15th, 2006 at 10:30 pm
well, I like (heart cookie) in no particular order:
Manolo the shoe blogger - always funny, always gracious, rarely mean
Dooce - always funny, always honest (to a fault), somehow without being completely self-absorbed
Space Monkey Pants (of course) - the quintessential irresistable combination of monkeys (space monkeys) and cookies, and funny
(hmm, I see a theme developing)
Radioactive Jam - Another monkey theme, with a long half-life, references to the Simpsons, and of course FUNNY
monkey hoot, hoot, hoot
December 16th, 2006 at 9:50 am
Hey, it takes a real man to admit to a blog crush on another man, so you go guy!
This is an awfully sweet idea (and nice of you to include me). I’ll have to mull on my own blog crushes. Not sure I have your guts. But thanks–it’s a wonderful compliment!
December 16th, 2006 at 3:34 pm
#1 space monkey pants, #2 “……Masthead”, #3 Dooce, #4 Nathan Fillion, #5 Sul-Dog
December 17th, 2006 at 11:44 pm
This is fabulous. You have no idea how many “new to me” blogs I’ve discovered through this little exercise in sharing the love.
December 18th, 2006 at 10:30 am
Okay, I have a HUGE blog crush on Amalah (amalah.com). She is everything I want to be, and more! I know FOR SURE I will be laughing my ass off every time I read her blog. I routinely BEG her to move to my city and be my best friend. Oddly enough, she hasn’t taken me up on that yet… nor will she return my emails… hmmmmmmmm. Anyway, she is divine and yummy and f’ing HILARIOUS. I heart her in a very non-stalkery way — I swear.
And I absolutely have a crush on Mrs. Flinger (mrs.flinger.us). Every single time my homegirl posts, it sounds like she was reading my mind, or living my life. It’s SO cool. I really think we were separated at birth! And, she DOES return my emails and makes me feel like we could actually be b.f.f. if she only lived closer than 1,500 miles from me! I am always amazed at her honesty and bravery, and I truly admire her.
Mimi Smartypants (smartypants.diaryland.com) is WAYYYYYY above me in the coolness department, and I could never EVER hope to breathe the same rarified air she does… YES, she’s THAT good. Funniest posts I’ve ever read. Great writing. Introspective, but all about real life. So very VERY VERY cool.
And, I hate to be a dork… but Dooce rocks the howwwwwwse! Of course.
So there. I heart my blogger-sistahs!!! May they blog well into the future so that I can postpone my nervous breakdown by living vicariously through them!
December 18th, 2006 at 6:34 pm
THAT totally makes my day! I can’t tell you… Thank you for crushing me! (feels so teenage I love it) also it is very inkeeping with the Time’s person of the year…
December 18th, 2006 at 7:25 pm
Every time I see Dooce in person I freak out and do stupid things like wave my arms in imitation of a roller coaster, make bad jokes about Dysons, or steal a carrot cake serving utinsil out of her hands accidentally.
Until the last BlogHer, every time I saw Mrs. Kennedy (now going by Eden Marriott Kennedy, but that seems so informal) I would scream and run away with nerves. But then I met her properly and fell in love because she was so cool and not put off by my freak-i-tude. If she lived closer to me, I’d camp out on her front porch.
I have not had the guts to speak to Alice Bradley or Maggie Mason yet. They are next on my “try not to freak out when I see them” list.
Strangely, Amalah recognized ME before I did her at BlogHer II, so that was a complete trip. When I realized who she was I screamed (of course.) Because although I am usually a very quiet person, I tend to scream in the faces of blog-lebrities.
The End.
December 19th, 2006 at 11:36 am
ms. sizzle: My pleasure! It’s always better to crush in company as opposed to crushing quietly… and alone… and in a darkened room… with a small shrine… and a chicken. Much better.
Suldog: Oh, get away with ya. [Punches Suldog in the shoulder in a masculine sign of appreciation. Surreptitiously rubs sore punching hand.]
Jenny: Oh, C’MON! My dad doesn’t get to have blog crushes until he starts his own friggin’ blog! That’s part of the deal! [Sulks. In a masculine way.]
Jessica: We Canadians are — on the whole — wicked awesome. But we do thank all Americans for taking Celine Dion for us. She was driving us crazy.
Jason’ Dad: Someone has unfairly earned an illicit blog crush and someone must pay dearly.
Kris: Thank you. Anything to avoid actual paying work.
Sweetney: Yes! Up with love! Down with hate! Sideways with happiness! Circling back and forth with mild hunger! A sort of vague zig-zigging off to the side with indigestion! And… so on.
g-dog: Aw, thanks. I’d give you a masculine punch to the shoulder… but my hand has an owie and I need someone to kiss it better. In a masculine way.
Magazine Man: Hey, you earned it. It’s not many people that can crank out that quantity of words that you do and keep the level of quality just as high. And those posts have a lot of freaking quantity. A DAUNTING amount of quantity.
Alison: Away with you! You! You make me blush. [Blushes in a mascu-- Oh, will I ever just give it up with the freaking "masculine" jokes?]
Jennifer: I live to serve.
Katie Kat: Wow. There’s some love for the blawg-sistahs! Shout it out, KK!
SassyK: I just hope the Beau understands. Because if I find him outside my front door in a vengeful frame of mind, you got some ’splaining to do.
Karianna: More love for the blawg-sistahs! Yowza! Woo! Yeehaw! Fertank!
(”Fertank”?)
December 19th, 2006 at 3:23 pm
I should have at least given you an honourable mention for being the small kick in the pants (sans frozen mukluk) to start a blog of my own. My wife will now beat you senseless.