Absofuckinglutely Bloody Brilliant.
Mood:
bright
Topic: Geekery
At this point it becomes incumbent upon me to introduce my friend
Holly Burns, because she just blogged something so brilliant and so simple that I am right now kicking my own ass from here to the Mighty Mississipp for not having thought of it myself.
I forget exactly how Holly and I caught up with each other, but it was one of those classic
they told two friends, and so on and so on AND SO ON situations from the old shampoo commercial. (Anyone remember that commercial?) So now I read Holly and her friends, and she reads me and my friends, and right then and there the Internet just got to be a friendlier place.
I have never been much of one to settle down and play nicely with the class; back in fucking NURSERY SCHOOL they had to keep me in a separate room during naptime because I was A DISRUPTIVE INFLUENCE UPON THE OTHER STUDENTS. I will never forget it. I was probably three years old, but it's one of my clearest memories: lying down on the sofa in the den (back then houses had dens, and they had wood paneling) all by myself, while in the big room all the other kids were lying on their mats having naps. They had one of those Kit Kat Klocks on the wall, and I'd watch the eyes and the tail going back and forth. Probably drove me mental right then and there, where I remain to this day. But I digress.
What I was going to say was about HOLLY, and about how she's FUCKING BRILLIANT, and that this makes her typical of a certain type of female friend I have somehow managed to gather on the Internet: they're smart, they're sassy, they're savvy, they're lusty, they love to party, they are wicked funny, and they are unrelievedly (and occasionally depressingly) YOUNG and GORGEOUS. Oddly, most of them are located in the American South. I'm thinking right now, and please feel free to flip me the bird if I leave you out, of not only Holly but also of
AB Chao and
Leigh and
Allison, but the only reason I restrict the list to those three is because I'm too fucking lazy to type in more links. They are some awesome chicks, there.
Holly, however, gets extra special snaps because SHE IS ENGLISH. Now, I am a well-known Anglophile, and I am mostly unapologetic about this and try not to be an asshole about it. You have to understand that most of us baby boomer whiz kids had our minds forever polluted by the Avengers; all us girls wanted to be Emma Peel, and all our brothers wanted to bang the living daylights out of her. We can't help ourselves.
But I still haven't got to the brilliant bit. Because Holly conjured up someone from the long ago and far away by putting him in her blog and hoping he would Google himself, and I am SO FUCKING PISSED AT MYSELF that I didn't think of it first. I mean: Duh.
So here goes, with full credit where credit is due (and here you should insert the mental image of Holly taking a bow, and if you're a guy, you will probably want to stand behind her for this). DAVE DOSSETT, THAT SHY FUNNY GOOFY TALL CYCLIST KIND OF GUY I HUNG OUT WITH IN COLLEGE, you with your super curly hair and your super beanpole frame and your sweet easygoing presence, WHATEVER HAPPENED TO YOU? He was one of those people I probably should have done more with, only the timing was never quite right and I was usually off chasing someone much more problematic (knowing me, it was probably something to do with
Mark). But I never forgot you. The world has moved on since then, of course, but I remember.
Posted by Gretchen
at 8:08 PM PST