GOOD
Good of you to stop by this final time. This one, singular, last time. I did promise a last entry, didn't I? I did. I wrote that I would post publicly once again, and so I shall. Mostly for a single person, really, but more about that later. I'm a bit late; about a year, to be exact, but here I am, posting, so who's to complain, eh? Who would complain. Both of the people who still check this blog, probably. So
Good evening! Or good night, good morning, good day, what have you. How the hell are you? What have you been up to (in 10 words or less)? I could read my friends list going back three hundred sixty five days, but only a few of you still post regularly, it would seem, and my RSS feed of dooced.com seems to dominate my friends page. Fortunately, I see a few of you still post with some frequency, and I've done my level best to review your entries on cooking, comics, and quackery. I'm big on the quackery thing, I am. I guess it's a
Good thing that I'm finally moving. Again. Out west this time, to a more populous area. Should be fun, my wife says. Should be fun, my daughter says. Having the two of them say the same thing can only mean trouble. But honestly. It really. Should be fun, I always say. And it will be. I'm done with schooling. I'm being let loose on the world at large, something altogether strange and not a little exciting. It can only mean trouble, right? I'm looking forward to the opportunity. I won't forget the
Good times we had around here. They were really fun, right? Now many of you have moved on; plagued by time-consuming pursuits that preclude LJ. For those of you who still make the ever increasing effort, thank you. To the ones who are helping me build my new life, thank you. But I have got to go. I'll be cyberpenning a blog as myself, of all things. Out in the open. But not about my life. Not at all. That was here, will always belong to this cozy part of the internet, even as it disappears. And thanks, dad, for reading but never forcing me to admit that I knew you knew about the blog. Let's keep this as our secret. I'll see you in a week. And to the rest of you, a very heartfelt
Goodbye.
Good evening! Or good night, good morning, good day, what have you. How the hell are you? What have you been up to (in 10 words or less)? I could read my friends list going back three hundred sixty five days, but only a few of you still post regularly, it would seem, and my RSS feed of dooced.com seems to dominate my friends page. Fortunately, I see a few of you still post with some frequency, and I've done my level best to review your entries on cooking, comics, and quackery. I'm big on the quackery thing, I am. I guess it's a
Good thing that I'm finally moving. Again. Out west this time, to a more populous area. Should be fun, my wife says. Should be fun, my daughter says. Having the two of them say the same thing can only mean trouble. But honestly. It really. Should be fun, I always say. And it will be. I'm done with schooling. I'm being let loose on the world at large, something altogether strange and not a little exciting. It can only mean trouble, right? I'm looking forward to the opportunity. I won't forget the
Good times we had around here. They were really fun, right? Now many of you have moved on; plagued by time-consuming pursuits that preclude LJ. For those of you who still make the ever increasing effort, thank you. To the ones who are helping me build my new life, thank you. But I have got to go. I'll be cyberpenning a blog as myself, of all things. Out in the open. But not about my life. Not at all. That was here, will always belong to this cozy part of the internet, even as it disappears. And thanks, dad, for reading but never forcing me to admit that I knew you knew about the blog. Let's keep this as our secret. I'll see you in a week. And to the rest of you, a very heartfelt
Goodbye.