The Great Turd Storm of '09

Much to my chagrin (where "chagrin" = "utter amusement"), Steve72 and Letmbleed are sniping at each other because they want attention and column inches on my blog. I thought I had evened things out by extolling Steve's virtues after advertising how Letmbleed skillfully deconstructed my (pink) psyche, but they are grousing like two brothers. I suppose this makes me the mom. They are both sooooo grounded.

So now I guess I'm supposed to say nice things about Letmbleed, and I will do so, stream-of-consciousness style. But he's not off to a good start, and I'll tell you why. I have a busy day today, full of no-gi grappling; procrastinating on the writing of pages for my agent, a story for BJJ Legends about the women's grappling camp, and documentation for the Budo Beach Party;


BTW, DON'T FORGET ABOUT THE BUDO BEACH PARTY (http://budobeachparty.com)!!!


singing along at the top of my lungs to Pat Benatar (Fire & Ice), Jerry Jeff Walker (Up Against the Wall Redneck), and Liz Phair (Big Tall Man); and boiling my alopecia herbs. So having to stroke his ego just adds to a day that's already full.

But let's go with it. I have actually only met Letmbleed twice, though we have been friends for upwards of 6 years. He is outspoken, angry, and slanted (one of his legs is longer than the other), and when I met him the first time, he claimed to hate women like nobody's business. But then he insisted on holding doors for me, paying for our dinner, and walking on the street side of the sidewalk, just in case we were transported back to the Middle Ages and someone decided to throw their excrement into the street like they did back then; that way it would fall on him and not me. When I met him the second time, he had married his lovely wife Jenny, and they were in Virginia for a grappling tournament. He seemed just ridiculously gaga in love with Jenny, and you really can't blame him. (She is FAR better looking than he is.)

So what I'm driving at here is that Letmbleed is full of sound and fury, signifying something quite different from what he's trying to get you to believe he is signifying. Don't get me wrong: if you say something he thinks is stupid, particularly on the NHBgear forum, he will excoriate you such that you will be left holding fistfuls of your entrails and blinking like a fish. But I like this, because as Mr. Garrison from South Park would say, "There aren't any stupid questions. Just stupid people." And I am rarely, if ever, the target of his invective.

It's true that I am a woman, something he has never quite forgiven me for, but maybe if I work toward healing with Steve on the whole Kinks/gas/self serve issue, then maybe, just maybe, Letmbleed and I can move toward some healing of our own.