tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post7578831134057139923..comments2024-03-05T19:50:31.497-08:00Comments on World O' Crap: We Miss You, DoghouseScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02798340582589737829noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post-22503673872165687612015-07-30T17:26:36.666-07:002015-07-30T17:26:36.666-07:00Three or four times a week, I find myself wonderin...Three or four times a week, I find myself wondering what he'd think about something, missing his wit and his kindness. Amazing to have felt so close to someone I'd never even met. Clicking over there still makes me cry. Charlie Pierce mentioned him a while back and the comments filled up with people who've also felt his words.<br /><br />I think of his wife, too. She sounded like a remarkably strong woman, and I hope she's okay now. Grief levels out, I've found, but it never leaves.D. Sidhehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14810866162936064310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post-47303217299636352782015-07-30T06:48:22.875-07:002015-07-30T06:48:22.875-07:00I miss his insight. I miss the two handed hatchet...I miss his insight. I miss the two handed hatchet swings at whichever Republican empty suit happens to be cluttering up the Ohio governor's mansion. The fact that Kasich is running for president of the USA and not 2nd assistant dogcatcher of New Straitsville is the price we pay for his passing. Helmut Monotremehttp://ihavestrongopinions.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post-65479067602723561582015-07-29T21:20:15.789-07:002015-07-29T21:20:15.789-07:00"made me feel inadequate in the uses of metap..."made me feel inadequate in the uses of metaphor"<br />Me too, to the point I don't even use it any more.<br /><br />Longer yet yesterday indeed. <br /><br />SHIT.M. Bouffanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04519088858760760560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post-84522355347399856532015-07-29T07:12:01.316-07:002015-07-29T07:12:01.316-07:00Riley was the best. I miss him not only here, but ...Riley was the best. I miss him not only here, but at Roy Edroso's joint.Tracynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post-54302894355571075032015-07-28T18:09:17.456-07:002015-07-28T18:09:17.456-07:00Still miss you, Dog.Still miss you, Dog.Weird Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06328849017842507840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post-57477213303488734632015-07-28T12:22:44.552-07:002015-07-28T12:22:44.552-07:00That Doghouse Riley was a frequent commenter here ...That Doghouse Riley was a frequent commenter here has got to be one of the highest recommendations anyone could have. Given his nym, I think it's only appropriate to apply to him what a reviewer once said about Raymond Chandler: "He writes like a slumming angel."<br /><br />Thanks, Scott. Damn, but I miss that guy!grouchomarxistnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post-15124871753407331252015-07-28T09:12:57.880-07:002015-07-28T09:12:57.880-07:00Once, after I had posted one of my usual hastily w...Once, after I had posted one of my usual hastily written and shallow posts, he commented about the lovely summer evening he had been experiencing, and said he had picked a rose from his garden for me. I think of him whenever I see the roses in my garden. He was so smart and witty and knowledgeable and literate that he could intimidate the hell out of me, but he was also so kind and generous and humane that he made you feel like he was your friend, no matter how inferior to him you were. He should be the template for a new race of mankind.s.z.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17693379731287413926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post-4655284925567238202015-07-27T19:20:47.412-07:002015-07-27T19:20:47.412-07:00Thanks for running these, so hilarious and so huma...Thanks for running these, so hilarious and so humane.Yastreblyanskyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08335868257729063363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post-26716781272434798892015-07-27T17:56:42.261-07:002015-07-27T17:56:42.261-07:00Amen. A FUCKING men. Amen. A FUCKING men. heydavehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15509102502417886790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post-25851809063730626882015-07-27T17:21:29.743-07:002015-07-27T17:21:29.743-07:00"The cemeteries are full of indispensible men..."The cemeteries are full of indispensible men." I forgot who said that. No, Scott, the man did not like gushing (I found that out the hard way) but I don't know a living writer who deserves it more. His sentence structure! It was like reading Gibbon, but with clarity. His insults! (Ragging some pundit who'd issued a clarification that only made him sound dumber) "it's the rhetorical equivalent of telling the pepole at the emergency room that the reason you have a flashlight stuck up your ass is that you couldn't find the gerbil in the dark." Ouch....Kordonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1776456473941522431.post-8677078657525922162015-07-27T14:58:19.936-07:002015-07-27T14:58:19.936-07:00Riley was one of the few people....Scott included....Riley was one of the few people....Scott included...who made me feel inadequate in the uses of metaphor. I really do miss him. Carlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03664920037425489644noreply@blogger.com