I should really hate Chris and his blog Rude Cactus. His hair is much better than my hair and his blog is better written than mine. However, I can't bring myself to hate him. Unfortunately. The old me would have embraced the hatred without thinking twice, but the new me likes to pretend he doesn't care that people are more talented than he is or have better hair.
The hair is a real issue with me, I'm afraid.
Rude Cactus, like few other blogs, is one of those "The way the Internet used to be" places. When you read the blog you feel like you can stop running. Know what I mean? You read a post and then another post, and then you realize you didn't think people still did that--write quietly and honestly, without the expectation of reaching the top of the parent-blogging ladder-to-nowhere, without trying to get Ellen to mention them (yes, I am talking about you, Single Dad Laughing), without hoping for anything but honest readers reacting to honest writing.
Other than that, you know you're going to like a blogger when he's about the same age as you, he's a Liberal, his wife's name is also Beth, and he likes Genesis. I assume he's talking about Selling England by the Pound Genesis and not Invisible Touch, or I might have to rewrite this post.
Read this recent post for a great introduction: Sunshine to Me