Pineapple Chunk

I stumbled upon a site called “Tiny Pineapple” quite some time ago, and instantly added it to my bookmarks. I liked the name because it wasn’t trying hard to be clever or catchy (like a few I could name but won’t), and I liked the site itself because its owner/writer/author/father/whatever-the-hell-you-call-it wrote intelligently and didn’t appear to be part of the whole “blog” scene, with the links and the web-rings and the in-joke comments.
So, anyway, today Grettir (not his real name; don’t worry) devoted an entry to me. I don’t know if its title (“Jodi Jodi Jodi”) is a play on the ol’ Cary Grant “Judy Judy Judy” (which C.G. supposedly never said) or the old Jan Brady “Marcia Marcia Marcia”, but it doesn’t really matter. He wants to lounge around like a bum and watch bad TV, and that’s all I need to know.
That, plus he lives in Utah, and I needed to add that state to the list I keep of States Where I Know Someone, Maybe Not In Real Life But Online, Which Kinda Counts, Doesn’t It. And I think he may know Donny Osmond!