Thursday, July 24, 2003

Chuckle’s Top 40

Wednesday, July 24, 2002: A day that will live in infamy.  I started blogging.  Now, 657 entries later – an average of 1.8 per day – I have taken it upon myself to review the mountain of output I’ve generated.  I’m actually rather pleased with some of what I’ve written, and have really enjoyed the experience of fleshing out some ideas that have been rolling around in my head for years, as well as some ideas that barely even occurred to me before I had them in print.  I strongly urge each and every one of you to read every single post I’ve put up, if you’ve missed any of them.  Really, some of that early stuff was pure gold. 

But if you’re in a rush, you manic 21st century schitzoid person you, the extended entry here contains a procrustean selection of some of my favorite dollops of ‘hut over the past year.  This list of 40 of my favorite posts represents a mere 6.0883% of my total blog contents.  I’ve cut the list down with brutal efficiency.  There are a lot of other posts not on this list that I really enjoyed writing, and a lot that I really enjoyed re-reading – but I remained ever firm in my resolve to limit myself to 40.  40 is plently.  I’m good but I’m not that good.  There’s a reason we’re not built to pat ourselves on the back.

Oh, and in case you thought you were off the hook, I’ve got a notebook and a writing book crammed with weird crap to whine about.  Changes may be afoot, but Huklechut will persevere.  Through the weekend, at the very least.  (Actually, this weekend poses one significant challenge to my sanity and sunny good nature.  If you don’t want to wish me luck, send me an email so stating - otherwise I’ll check my sitemeter and assume you’re all actually invoking some manner of cosmic power to assist me in my unmentionable inconvenience.  Thanks, guys!)

Sweeping the Gene Pool
Report from the Toaster Dance
Why I write
[It was the hardest thing I ever said]
[I’m not hiding]
[the room was white, uncompromising]
Jesse
People in the Park
When the streetlights started going out
I’m just saying there was pie
20 lesser hazards of air travel
Stow Lake wildlife
Am I going to hell pt 2: so you’re going to hell
the schneckening
xmas traditions
sleeping with Bern
nana’s cookbook
[she who lives next door]
camping with bears
the Odors of perception
directions to Oakland
[the man who suckled elvis]
candyland
curriculum
Shizzle-cell anemia
a muse of forgotten arts
surreal day
cookie review
the stuff I do
Ocean Beach Ride
Quiz of Affliction
Iceman
Not his fault
Media Tool (Africa poems)
Candlelight dinner
The Tippling Point – Redi or Not
A Small Price to Pay
Photographic Evidence
Just as God Made Me
Ball Boy