I'm moving

My love to you all! You have all been good sports. I hope the New World Order is kind to you.

And I might as well let Mongo know that I don't have any hard feelings towards him. As an intellectual and argumentative exercise platform, the Daily Journal website really got my brain working, especially with Mongo's thought-provoking comments, and I appreciate that. So, thank you, Mongo, and I wish you all the best up here in the Falls. Hope the book sells well.

Rudelz!!

All of a sudden it got really quiet in the room. There was a crazy English poet and artist named William Blake -- the Doors took their name from his phrase, the doors of perception. Anyway, this Blake had a phrase that applies to the blogging space: "Without Contraries is no progression." So we lost from our room a great contrarian. Of course, roj is still here and mongo and a host of the minor prophets. [Minor just means you don't write as much as some of us who love to belabor minor points and revisit major ones]. In the past, someone has always stepped into the contrarian gap, although it does seem that it has always been the same person. So we await the next crazy poet.
Anyway, I've got to go out and clean the new snow off my car and go get that haircut I've been promising to get.

I don't think any of us drove him off, do you? He was a missionary of a sort and when he failed to get any converts, I imagine he did what all missionaries do: he shook the dust off his feet and moved on.
Of course, it might have been you who drove him off. Or concernedperson. Who knows, but he also took roj with him. Imagine for a moment that jackpine/joespoon/servo is really roj. I've always suspected that roj has more personalities than Herschel Walker, so until he can prove the opposite, I will assume that is true. It makes more sense that the aluminum-tube yellow cake theories that led us into the Iraq war in 2003.

Curious phrase, "many of us wondered where you were . . ." I can give you chapter and verse where I ceased to have anything to do with that person. I announced it this way: "Most of us do get along -- famously. When this thing goes into the toilet, as it has again, it is fairly easily to figure out the problem. It's kind of like when your car runs really well exept when you buy gas at one particular gas station. The fix is easy enough: avoid that gas station. This particular gas station likes to change its name with regularity -- bad brands do that -- and it will stop a motorist or concerned person in the middle of a commute to offer some of its tainted gas. My only question is this: what would motivate this particular service station to insist on becoming a disservice station? In this economy of words, it is time for us to withhold all future business with this station. I mean this: no matter how tempting the offer, remember that the place is rotten to the core of its being. At least the being it chooses to offer to this unwitting public."
I withheld all business from this polluting station and broke my silence only to laud his send-off.

If you read the last lines I wrote, I made it clear that I wasn't going to miss him from this blog. And I don't. But what is the owl?

As I once in awhile stepped into that saw with my overheated passion, wishing you would come along, I did fail to remember you didn't have one.

Point well taken.