Murray Hill (if you ever lived in the NY Metro area, you’ll know why I love that name) explains to me why I shouldn’t consider Bruce as a blogger husband.

Spit-monitor warning.

Joe Katzman found one. Frank J. found one. Lots of people are finding spouses through their blogs. This is the latest in a series of my search for a blogger spouse.

Long before he was Tom Paine, he was simply Bruce Hill, and he wrote a blog called War Now!, an obvious takeoff of the Peace Now crew. I don’t remember exactly which of his posts I read first, but I do remember sending him an email asking him to marry me, which is my highest compliment to a fellow blogger. Bruce sent back a response that was less than enthusiastic (I suspect he thought I was rather unwell in the head, shall we say), but I forgave him, because he’s Jewish, a Zionist, and underwent the same change in political outlook as I did after 9/11. Plus, he speaks with a nifty accent, though I didn’t get to hear it until he visited Richmond in November of 2002. But enough of that. Let’s get to the main event.

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Brooke found one. Joe Katzman found one. Frank J. found one. Lots of people are finding spouses through their blogs. This is the first in a series of my search for a blogger spouse.

Hubris is a blogger who has been amusing me for months. I can’t read his site from work, because it is utterly obscene most of the time, and howlingly funny to the point that the management would probably figure out that I can’t possibly be working if I’m laughing that hard. Anne Bancroft said she married Mel Brooks because he was the funniest man she ever met. So let’s look at some of the pros and cons about Hubris for a husband:

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Starting tomorrow, a new series. I warned you about it weeks ago. I thought about it. I wrote the post. I thought about it some more.

Yep. I’ll put it up tomorrow.

Of course, I may regret it by Monday, but hey, what’s life without a little risk?

I thought I’d alert you to one of the categories that I’ve set up, but not (until now) posted in.

But I’m not going to tell you what it’s about.

Not yet, anyway.

Soon.

Oh. Wait, let me stop the wrong rumors from going around.

No, I’m not going to get a sex change or reveal myself as a man. I’ve got those XX chromosomes, thank you very much, and the hormonal surges to prove it.