So long and thanks for all the fish
On this, the nations birthday, we recognize other birthdays and milestones, particularly the birth of this blog - a joint venture, spin-off and survivor of the comic that began nearly 17 years ago, and had six-month revival in print just before "blogging" entered the current vernacular.
Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness has brought far too much of our attentions toward fixing up the homestead(s), fighting the good fight against the aforementioned "pile", selling blood, and the lucrative world of producing a Horror-Host show (across New England).
Yes overscheduling can lead to productivity, it can also lead to apathy and neglectfulness on other fronts. (Which could also be a general sense of dis-ease from being a few pints low - gotta pre-buy our winter heating oil somehow.)
If brevity is the soul of wit, then the rambling-ness here today demonstrates the witlessness fatal to what began as a place for Mark and I to make each other (and hopefully, a few of you) laugh. So here we say goodby to an old friend and comedy outlet. We'll go back to making ourselves laugh over Belgian Fries and Panini at one of our favorite haunts, have time to fit in a game or two of Quiddler, and actually get out to a movie or two.
If you know me, find me on Facebook (challenge me to a game of scrabble (Scrabulous). If you don't, read through the backlog, and mourn the life and loss of this blog, as with everything we seem to acknowledge life and (semi) brilliance only when something or someone is gone. Or, in the timeless words of 80's hair-band Cinderella, You don't know what you've got til it's gone.
Time for a little more First Life people!
Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness has brought far too much of our attentions toward fixing up the homestead(s), fighting the good fight against the aforementioned "pile", selling blood, and the lucrative world of producing a Horror-Host show (across New England).
Yes overscheduling can lead to productivity, it can also lead to apathy and neglectfulness on other fronts. (Which could also be a general sense of dis-ease from being a few pints low - gotta pre-buy our winter heating oil somehow.)
If brevity is the soul of wit, then the rambling-ness here today demonstrates the witlessness fatal to what began as a place for Mark and I to make each other (and hopefully, a few of you) laugh. So here we say goodby to an old friend and comedy outlet. We'll go back to making ourselves laugh over Belgian Fries and Panini at one of our favorite haunts, have time to fit in a game or two of Quiddler, and actually get out to a movie or two.
If you know me, find me on Facebook (challenge me to a game of scrabble (Scrabulous). If you don't, read through the backlog, and mourn the life and loss of this blog, as with everything we seem to acknowledge life and (semi) brilliance only when something or someone is gone. Or, in the timeless words of 80's hair-band Cinderella, You don't know what you've got til it's gone.
Time for a little more First Life people!
