February 6, 2002

  • Does Xanga need a Hall of Flame?


    Looking back upon some of my old posts and recalling the nascent birth pangs of Xanga  in the century, nay millennium, long gone, I get just a bit sentimental about the true Xanga frontiersfolk who fell by the way. 


    Jewels (blog now vacant) was an angel—her spirit was as elevating as her lupus-like illness was consumptive. 


    And I loved StandsWithAFist (blog now vacant)  —a preciously-talented beautiful young thing who quit Xanga to reclaim her   




    Real



    Life.


    And, of course, none who knew her can ever forget Wildheart (blog extant)–her fire, her spirit, and her battle with cancer to the near end are recorded for all to read. 


    But I also wistfully recall the very opposite of these beauties—the veritable Beasts, the Flamers.  Inane controversies always swirled around the then-seemingly insane harshness of the self-appointed early Flames of Xanga: urnightmare, Honjinashi, ournightmare, and eramthginru (urnightmare backwards!)  


    Does anyone know who these personas really were?  What drove them to such perfection in their menacing arts??


    urnightmare took Xanga by firestorm and I clashed with him intrepidly (fighting fire with fire) for I considered him an anti-hero flaming Xanga indiscriminately far and wide.  In the end, his blog was silenced for Violations of the Terms of Use, but not before he left me this :


    Dear Steve, Please except my humble apologies, you are really a god to me.


    My own wetdream.


    Posted 2/17/2001 at 4:15 am by urnightmare -


    Yes, urnightmare, I am finally prepared to accept apology…and nominate you for the Hall of Flame!


    Why not?  It looks like the Xangalympics are about to unfold, so why not have a Downhill Flaming event and go for the Gold?  Ah…but I rabblerouse, when all I really mean to do is reminesce…


    Honjinashi was equally as virulent as urnightmare and nearly as cryptic as ournightmare who flamed with great selectivity.  I think that eramthginru was actually urnightmare born again—literally, like one of the Backwards (certain greatly-feared Apache medicine men who defiantly rode into battle backwards on their horses and flaunted disdain for conventions of all sorts.)


    They flamed, they burnt, they burned-out brilliantly.  Kind of like dangerously effusive and fizzling fireworks going POOF in the night. 


    Hall of Flame!  Hall of Flame, says I.  (of course, with a sprinkler system installed meeting or exceeding current fire prevention codes)


    Now who would you like to see in a Xanga Hall of Flame (ha ha--be careful: a nomination may make you eligible! )

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