What are folks up to?

On the bottom right of my front page, where most of you will be reading this, there are some links to other people.
“Daffyd, Church of” is David Ritchie, currently fighting the good fight over digital rights control and format shifting. Also, dodgy taxi drivers. He hosts this blog, and got me doing the blogging thing. (Iona tried first, but David went one better by actually setting up the blog. I couldn’t stay away.) He is the guy you want on your team for the film questions at trivia night down the pub. He is, of course, a legend in his own time; that’s why I registered him as a Church. He has a small but vocal following on a compound in Tulsa.
Pierce is Pearce. He’s the guy you want on your team if the pub quiz film section is compiled by the guys from the Psychotronic film encyclopedia. He’s a writer and a get-down-that-thang funky dance machine, and right now he’s got a big and insightful piece about potential changes to NZ’s drug laws. If you’re a Kiwi, check it out.
A moth just landed in my glass of water. Yech.
My Cal is of course My Cal. Yay!
She’s hosted at Stonesoup, a NZ bloggers collective orchestrated by Iona. Iona sowed the seeds of my blogging, so it is ultimately All Her Fault. She’s engaged in a horrific, take-no-prisoners battle with poisonous spiders, and though she’s winning the battles, I worry about the war. Lots of nice little fiction pieces turn up on her blog, which is good, because this girl can write words.
Also at stonesoup:
Chuck, a retired fish anaesthetist nursing a fixation with trepanning and ancient egypt. Also the nicest guy you could ever hope to meet (“but sorry, girls, he’s taken!”)
Jenni, bouncy multi-subject-enthusiast/librarian, and considerably ahead of the curve on the latest cool stuff coming down the pipe for what you might call the “neopets demographic”.
Karen, centrifugal scientist who I met in the same round of introductions as Jenni, currently haunting the black-market research alleys of Palmerston North. Not blogging often enough.
Giffy, emergent superheroine with a secret identity as a schoolteacher, who now works in the same school as my mother, which amuses me and pleases me an awful lot.
Also Suraya and Carla, who are wonderful people and who I don’t know nearly as well as I would like. Although now I read their blogs, so I know them intimately! Read Suraya for: thoughtful London commentary, moody London photos, disarming tales of doomed selfaware rock-musician-lust. Read Carla for: commentary on queer issues, ethics, politics, and MAN that makes her blog sound boring, which it isn’t.
Idiot/Savant I’ve plugged a bunch of times recently. Essential reading for interpreting NZ’s socio-political life.
Nate Cull is a Christchurch-based roleplayer, peace activist and thoughtful, searching Christian and his stuff is *always* worth reading.
Andy Macdaddy, the Dadster, the Macaroon, the Andaddy Andad, is a hyper irregular blogger who uses his life in Wellington as a prism for understanding, um… well, just for yarning about basically. He also has the best url in the game.
Artefact is Jamie Norrish, but is the part of Jamie that is focussed on his Artefact Publishing endeavours, except for when it is other parts of Jamie as well. He’s eclectic and honest and quite, quite wonderful, but there are posts full of incomprehensible tech jargon mixed in with posts that any old fool (i.e. me) can easily understand. It’s the kind of blog that talks about sequence functions in PostgreSQL and Beowulf on the same page, and that is alright by me.
Morag is here in Edinburgh, and she’s great fun. She also has kind of become a meme singularity. Read her for amusing gushing over her girlfriend Bex, the latest personality-typing quizzes, and to get access to her words and art pieces on her Insomnia site.
Sweetheart Stuart is a wonderful, wonderful (bitter) man. There is no longer blog on his site, but there is wonderfully trippy music (although, sadly, Satan’s Vomit is not available for download on his site at this time). He makes music and laments stuff (lamenting is now offline-exclusive).
Jack and Heather live in Cambridge (that’s UK Cambridge) and they have just become parents to the delightful Rebecca. This whole post is designed to make you go and read their accounts of the birth, here and here. It’ll make you cry. Awwww. (Jack is, of course, renowned in blogging circles in NZ because he was namechecked in a big article the Listener did on blogging, way back when blogging was Strange And New. Read for: cycling, tattoos, piercings, and teh LOL funnay.)
And down the bottom of the list is nexus of Wellington reality Sophie, who seems to know pretty much everyone. And we all love her! Read for amusing fretting, cow orker lust, work enjoyment, and gleebouncing.
There. That should keep you going on my light blogging weeks.