Mr. Blogroll remains under construction.Â As you can see, It has become two blogrolls and the entries are now alphabetized.Â At the old site, I added links as I found them, but, frankly, I was beginning to forget where on the ever-growing list everything was.
If you were on the previous edition of Mr. Blogroll and do not see your site listed here, not to worry.Â We’re working on it.Â
A couple nights ago, I read this post on Robâ€™s Site about â€œbarkingâ€ alligators, and it literally gave me the chills.Â Itâ€™s no secret that I am scared shitless of alligators, which, of course, means that my fellow bloggers donâ€™t miss an opportunity to send me pictures of big gators, pictures of groups of gators, pictures of gators on peopleâ€™s front porches and in their back yards.Â Hell, someone even sent me a picture of a mondo alligator swimming around with a big-assed deer in its mouth!
When theyâ€™re not sending me pictures to gross me out or scare the dogshit out of me, theyâ€™re sending me stories that typically deal with some poor bastard being dragged into a goddamned river by an alligator and presumably eaten.
However, none of the disgusting pictures of these vile creatures or the Some-Poor-Bastard-Got-Eaten stories had the effect on me that the story of the barking alligators did.Â I cannot shake the thought of being alone, in total darkness, in some damned woods or the Everglades and hearing alligators but not knowing where they are.Â Iâ€™ll bet I could write a great story about just that.Â The problem is, by conjuring up and dwelling on the mental picture sufficiently to write the story, I would scare the shit out of myself.
If anyone decides to write it, please donâ€™t send it to me.
Barking alligators â€¦ in the dark â€¦Â Damn!