What do you get when you put an East Coast guy in a little backwater burg called Astoria, Oregon? You get one very amusing and pithy commentator at Astoria Oregon Rust. The Guy Who Writes has been railing against town politics, politicians, stupid laws, irritating tourists, encroaching “civilization” and other annoyances for quite a while—but you are just as likely to hear about his love for the place somewhere on the same page.
Though I’ve never visited that particular place, I feel as though I’ve been there. His love-hate relationship with his community and its people makes for very entertaining reading and paints a picture of a place, that though occasionally provincial, seems like a bit of paradise.
Guy might be called a-social. He’ll socialize with folks—on his terms. Don’t make him exceed his four hour people or event limit. Don’t mess with his stuff. Don’t call to chat. Don’t rain on his parade. And, most definitely, don’t be guilty of stupidity or malfeasance on his tax dollar. Guy’s a thoughtful and caring guy though—there’s great warmth beneath his well-developed, crusty exterior. And if you read him for a while, you’ll see just how much he seems like a guy you’d want on your side if push came to shove.
Guy’s led a very full life too. He’s an outdoorsman and jack-of-all-trades. His rich life experiences are frequently and lovingly (in a curmudgeonly way) shared in between wry and humorous observations about things such as Mutt & Jeff or how it feels to play air guitar. He’s built an eclectic and extremely loyal fan base too. His readers stretch from Maine to his own backyard and are of all orientations, ages, and political bents.
Today The Rising Blogger Post of the Day is from September 22, 2007: Messages from Syd, Guy’s response to a reader’s question regarding transporting goats in her car.
Review written by LORI HAHN.
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Astoria Rust can always be counted on for a chuckle or something pithy to stir the pot with. Even when he posts something I personally dont agree with I still admire his presentation, style, and analysis.
He’s simply one of, if not the best observers of the local scene. And he’s regular as clockwork. As sure as the sun will rise into the fog, a new Rust post will greet the day-everyday.
YAY, GUY! You rock. It is well-deserved.
Guy rules!!!! Always a great way to start my day!
I believe he spells it Ghuy.
One of the few things I do on a daily basis is read the Rust. I love hearing about the rat bastards in Dried Salmon County and Guy is as regular as a healthy gastrointestinal tract.
Jong, what don’t you agree with?
Thanks, Mel.
Mo3, even when your day starts at Noon
Anon, no, but it is pronounced that way when someone is pissed off at me.
Rich, thanks. It’s nice being related to regularity. We all know how it feels when we aren’t.
Guy is a daily ‘must read’ for me as well:)
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