One of my favorite bloggers is someone named RAGS at The Rags Show. He is a homeless person in New York. It's not that his writing style is the best, though talented enough. It's not that he is super funny, though I do like his sharp wit. He has some decent, if not at times, unusual ideas. One thing he does, though, is write. He writes if not everyday, almost everyday. He may write twice a day. RAGS' view is to the point, blunt and honest. He is intelligent and well read.
I read his latest blog entry today after posting Good Daemon, Good Daemon. I like writing about such things, but after reading RAGS, I felt the true indulgence of my life as I sit at the laptop in my cozy little home financially supported by a loving husband.
What would RAGS say about my folly? Would he say, "HEY LADY GET REAL. GO LIVE IN HTOWN AND SEE IF YOU STILL WRITE ALL YOUR MUMBO JUMBO."
I like RAGS. Check him out, but don't tell him that I sent you. I'm afraid of him...of what he would say to me...that maybe I'm lacking substance. Of course, he might feel surprised that someone actually follows him...Lord knows I was surprised and honored when I saw that a few folks are reading me.
One day, when I can help him (if he wants it), I'm going to meet RAGS.