I don’t even want a Mikey’s Monkey which I was promised twice, and twice denied.
I’m not even cross-posting this under-the-radar missive on RecruitingBloggers.com, nor touting myself on Recruiting.com either. I’m a blogger under cover now, chillin’ out on me ol’ chintz-covered recliner.
You know what? Let's give him that monkey. He's funny and feisty and he must spend nine hours on every posting. They're packed with so many links that one of his entries could be mined to create a month's worth of ordinary blogging.
I've told him often that all those links are wasted because no one has the time to pursue them. I've also warned him that his sentences are so long and intricate that some people won't be able to understand what he's saying. But, Ami is an artist and has to express himself authentically so he won't sell out.
One of my favourite Ami links is to a poem by Jonathan Swift. It starts off with two servants having a laugh at their boss's filthy underwear.
And first a dirty Smock appear'd,
Beneath the Arm-pits well besmear'd.
Strephon, the Rogue, display'd it wide,
And turn'd it round on every Side.
On such a Point few Words are best,
And Strephon bids us guess the rest;
But swears how damnably the Men lie,
In calling Celia sweet and cleanly.
In Ami's mind, he is Strephon, the outsider, the nobody, exposing the flaws of the famous. He likes to scrap. And, you know who he sounds like? Ali G.