My friend Ed Hotspur seems a little down in the dumps. I am in the process of going through all of my old posts to tag them as categories for my word-cloud thing in the sidebar to make it easier for you to track down different kinds of posts by topic.
I keep running into posts I did about Ed. Ed was the first big blogger to take notice of my blog back when it was starting out. And he introduced me to many of my favorite bloggers. So I thought, ‘what the heck’… maybe I will repost some of my old posts about Ed Hotspur.
This one was called: Ode to Ed…
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For Ed Hotspur
http://edwardhotspur.wordpress.com
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This is an ode to my friend Ed
A natural blogger born and bred
Much smarter than your average quadruped
I turn to him for my daily bread
As soon as I get out of bed
And after all his words are read
I try to figure out what the hell he said
Down all those strange paths that he has led
His thoughts bounce around inside my head
And I sometimes wonder why we haven’t fled
From his daunting intellect screaming in dread
And the darkness that his pen has bled
But to all of the light that he has shed
Like moths to a flame we seem to be wed
And we always come crawling back instead
I wrote his obituary when I thought him dead
Because I give him so much cred
Even when he makes me so mad that I see red
My need for Ed still must be fed
This is an ode to Ed Hotspur
A man whom no one calls demure
Or thinks about as insecure
If his barbed tongue you can endure
His poisoned wit that knows no cure
Those things he says to him and her
That sets about the flying fur
Trust in the fact that his motives are pure
And you will feel your heart stir
His thoughts go by in such a blur
That they are gone before you are sure
Exactly what those thoughts of his were
I have seen the result when he issues a slur
So to stay on the safe side, I just call him Sir!
He is:
OpinionatED
EmancipatEd
Level headED
and well EDucatED
and never, ever mentally constipatED
So he should be celebratED
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***(Historical Note)***
‘Edward’ comes from the Old English word meaning; ‘To move towards the Ed’ or; ‘to move towards one’s self, if you are named Ed’, but it has its roots in a much older Norse word, ‘E’, that translates roughly to mean; ‘What with the high infant mortality rate there is no sense naming the boy anything longer than that until we see if he is stout enough to stick around for a while.’
‘Hotspur’ is an Old English term that literally means; ‘He who would rather ride a horse to death than be late to the party.’
Now go visit Ed’s blog. I put a link right up there at the top. You will not be sorry. Unless you are.
Pouring My Art Out 
Well writtened
awww…. shucks.
It was actually Edward that first told me to read your blog.
Then I owe him yet another huge debt!
He wrote a post about you and I was like…who? And he said…him. I said…okay.
Then you showed up her, and I was like all, ‘hey, ‘sup?’ and you were all, ‘Dude, this is a freak show’ and thus was the magic of our friendship kindled.
Awwww, I’m so flattered and shit. Thanks for writing this. I remember it. I’ve written some posts about you too, you know. You’re one of the possible endings to my Granite Countertop Choose Your Own Blog Adventure, too.
And I was honored… and stoned… but I’m not done yet.
You still need munchies
well… yeah
Cheetos!
never prosper
Fritos
banditos
Doritos
Hornitos
Wha
Isn’t that a kind of Tequila?
Absolut Lee
My favorite Civil War general? Well, General-Lee speaking…
General Geddy Lee. Yes, I know him. He fought at the Battle of Geddysburg.
He screamed like a little girl as he led the charge!
With By-Tor and the Snowdog
right
This is great, Art. So cool that you’re willing to write poetry about your friend. Good stuff, as usual.
Sometimes I just feel moved… I had a movement.
Be sure to flush afterward.
I feel a little flushed…
You’re a good man. Don’t let me ever tell you otherwise.
Not as good as I was, but I spend less time getting locked up or beat up.
I’ll stop by his place and say hi.
You’re a good friend, PMAO.
Just tell him this isn’t charity… it makes me look good…
I think there was yet another post about Hotspur (not the next one) that made me follow you in the first place.
there you go then.
I found you through Hotspur so he needs to be celebrated! We would never have known each other – sacrilege!
just wait… I could go on for a week… that is just real posts… not one where I just mentioned him… or blamed him…
I concede. You are the undisputed king of word play. However, your math skills need work..
I don’t have my multiplication table memorized… I am all art-side-of-the-brain… I have done posts about it.
Ba, hah, hah. It might be a rerun, but it’s new to me. Love the bit about hotspur and being late to the party. Goes to straight to my cowgirl roots. Carry on my friend. You tickle my fancy. And maybe other things as well, you sly word meister.
I am blushing right now…
Lol, Those other things would be: you tickle my intellectual curiosity. I hate to leave a guy hanging…
I am not touching that last line with my ten-foot pole… uh… so to speak…