Echo of an Echo

Robyn’s Evolving NovelLet me just echo the girls for a moment. Now, they get all the hot sex, all the blog traffic, all the fun fundy trolls… well basically they each have more blogging mojo in their fictional little fingers than I have in my whole body.

But for all both of you out there who read my blog (one of whom is the subject of this post, so I guess this is just for one of you), I just want to take a sec to plug Robyn’s book. It really is good, and the girls and I have had some rather lively discussions about it.

Ok, actually, they’ve had some lively discussions about it, and they pretty much tell me to shut up, sit down, and read it. Then they call me The Meat-Sack, which I think they overheard while I was watching Men In Black once.

They think that’s funny.

At least they only call me that in private. I get to be The Boy in public.

Of course I do what I’m told. I ain’t arguing with Kate, she’ll kick my crippled ass.

Come to think of it, my other semi-regular reader reads the girls’ blogs more frequently than mine anyway, so I guess this is just for those of you who may have accidently tripped and fell down here.

Hey, don’t laugh! Like two people a day wind up here accidentally. I’m famous, I tell ya!

Anyway, here’s what Kate had to say about it, and here’s what Janie had to say about it.

I’ll just ditto them, and recommend it highly. It ain’t your normal “guy fare”, but go read it anyway. And hey, there’s at least one explosion!

I’m really grooving to the whole serial novel approach, with the tension just keeping you checking back like ten times a day hoping for the next chapter.

Maryann, a really good online serial novel by Robyn, of Just Sayin’.

My Stringed Babies

I can’t play anymore, because of my neck, but I can’t let them go, either.

So they deplorably collect dust in my home.


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Gone To California

Aunt Cass went to California just before Christmas in 2000

I was thinking about some of my family members who have died, and what we have to remember them.

(Mousing over the pictures will tell you who they are.)

Aunt Helen and I share a morbid little joke about dying. It’s funny how in my family, nobody “dies”. They don’t “pass on” or “pass away”. They just “go”.

“What’s she going to do when her mother goes?”

“When Uncle Ed went, Auntie Jo was a wreck.”

Y’know, that sort of thing. Everybody just “goes”.

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Do Yourself A Favor

Go over to Pharyngula, and read No Regrets Like Christmas Regrets

I’m not even sure what to say about this. A masterful example of literary excellence. This is without a doubt the single most moving piece of self-reflection I have read in a very long time.

Woe be unto him who, like me, assumed that P.Z. Myers’ only writing gift was the sledgehammer of in-your-face piss-off-I-am-not-amused ranting.

I admit it. It brought more than one tear to my eyes. It cut very close to the bone, my father being a carpenter and my having made a similar careless remark in my youth, with similar results.

I also share the nagging guilt for that thoughtlessly cruel remark, though my father is still alive.

Kudos, Dr. Myers.  I doubt I could have ever expressed myself nearly as well as you have here.   You have “waxed damned near poetic”, to borrow Janie’s phrase.

Hey Look! I’m a millionaire!

Wassup!Got this in my inbox yesterday morning….

Dear Lou FCD,

I am Barrister Abraham Matthew, a solicitor at law, personal attorney to Mr.Morgan FCD,a national Of your country, who worked with Shell Development Company in Republic of Togo. Here in after shall be referred to as my client .On the 11th of sep. 2001, my client ,his wife and their only daugther unfortunately lost there lives in World trade center bombing and since then I have made several enquiries to your embassy here to locate any of my client extended relatives,this has also proved unsuccessful.

After these several unsuccessful attempts, I decided to track his last name to locate any of his relatives hence I have contacted you to assist in repatriating the fund valued at US$10.5 million left behind by my client before it gets confiscated or declared unserviceable by the Security Company in Lome/Togo where this huge amount was deposited in a trunk box under the coverage of family valuables. The said security company has issued me a notice to provide the next of kin or have this box confiscated within the next twenty one official working days as they don’t know the content of the box.

Since I have been unsuccessfully in locating the relatives for over 2 years now,I seek your consent to present you as the next of kin to the deceased,so that the proceedings of this box can be transfer to you.Therefore, on receipt of your positive response, we shall then discuss the sharing ratio and modalities for transfers as I have every necessary information and legal documents needed to back you up for claim.

All I require from you is your honest cooperation to enable us see this transaction through. I guarantee that this will be executed under legitimate arrangement that will protect you from any breach of the law.Please get in touch with me through this email: for more details.

Barr Abraham Matthew(Esq)

Yeah, I’ll get right on that.

My Coolest Christmas Present

My New JacketMy New JacketWell, it wasn’t as big as Big Dumb Chimp’s 40″ LCD TV, but it was cooler.

Mostly I think my family was tired of seeing the Marshall jacket I’ve been wearing for ten long years. I bought it when I was a student there.

I haven’t seen the movie yet (I plan to, of course), but I’m guessing the movie is the only reason my wife and daughter only had to drive to Greenville to find one. It’s not easy to find much college stuff near here, and even less so stuff from small colleges in West Virginia.

Gotta love ’em for going the extra mile buncha miles.

It’s A Bit Long Winded, But…

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Milord Sir Lord Louis the Pertinacious of Buzzing St Helens
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Thanks to Matt from Pooflingers, and JanieBelle and Kate.