@ CK MacLeod:
There's a whole lot of commas in that comment. I was hoping one of them would be misplaced or something so I could do what I did with miggy that last time, but none of them stood out.
@ fuster:
I just tried to post the Aerosmith song, Last Child. Since Colin always has to help me with all the computer stuff, I thought if he saw me trying hard to that extent he might reconsider. That should make him cry. Nothing sadder than a child trying to be good so the end of something doesn't happen.
If my lack of computer skills hadn't gotten in the way, my point was going to be that Steven Tyler beat me to the punch on the Last Child stuff. It's just the kind in the song. I still have siblings, so not much of a bit there. "Just a punk on the street," and I really was a good little punk. No trouble. Boring.
But as a last child, through and through, I have seen a lot of things die. I realize one of the things that appealed to me about this blog was its perceived inability to die. Zombies don't die. But it was kind of worth it to read Colin's explanation of blog zombieness. Brilliant as always.
From my personal perspective, there's one excellent reason not to let this go dark. It will feed my narcissism. I will, indeed, have broken the blog. You guys had this thing going fine until I came along, and this always happens when I come along. The last child. The last yoga teacher. The last, last, last...yes, the last zombie. You guys can't possibly be okay with me thinking I broke the blog. That thought has to piss you off enough to keep going.
Take heart, mates. Going all astrological on you--Scorpios always rise up from the ashes. It's the Phoenix in us. CK's just announcing the going down into the ashes now because he's beginning to sense how gloriously he'll rise up.
@ miguel cervantes:
Love the imagery there, Migs.
@ fuster:
Thanks.
@ CK MacLeod:
I knew it. Rising up from the ashes.
@ CK MacLeod:
There's a whole lot of commas in that comment. I was hoping one of them would be misplaced or something so I could do what I did with miggy that last time, but none of them stood out.
@ fuster:
I just tried to post the Aerosmith song, Last Child. Since Colin always has to help me with all the computer stuff, I thought if he saw me trying hard to that extent he might reconsider. That should make him cry. Nothing sadder than a child trying to be good so the end of something doesn't happen.
If my lack of computer skills hadn't gotten in the way, my point was going to be that Steven Tyler beat me to the punch on the Last Child stuff. It's just the kind in the song. I still have siblings, so not much of a bit there. "Just a punk on the street," and I really was a good little punk. No trouble. Boring.
But as a last child, through and through, I have seen a lot of things die. I realize one of the things that appealed to me about this blog was its perceived inability to die. Zombies don't die. But it was kind of worth it to read Colin's explanation of blog zombieness. Brilliant as always.
From my personal perspective, there's one excellent reason not to let this go dark. It will feed my narcissism. I will, indeed, have broken the blog. You guys had this thing going fine until I came along, and this always happens when I come along. The last child. The last yoga teacher. The last, last, last...yes, the last zombie. You guys can't possibly be okay with me thinking I broke the blog. That thought has to piss you off enough to keep going.
Take heart, mates. Going all astrological on you--Scorpios always rise up from the ashes. It's the Phoenix in us. CK's just announcing the going down into the ashes now because he's beginning to sense how gloriously he'll rise up.