Be safe.
I look forward to reading your comments

it has to be your travelogues.

Smokin a big fatty with felons down south of the WALL. ha

But damn, I sound like a sycophant, but I love em all. ha

Well, it was so hard for me to start writing here... and then some of the blogs that came out of me were such surprises... that I'll remember some of them, like your own kids, I guess:

- The Ice Weasels (where were THEY from?), the Cajun story, the 7 Fat Cows (maybe my fave), Buffalo Jump (still 50 feet, Rutabaga), Birds Seeing in the Ultraviolet, Cake or Pie (Nervous Breakdown), and the little Shaman Woman from 12,000 years ago.

Most all of these, most of what I wrote here, came in a 5 month period, from Sept/08 til Feb/09. But then, after that, for various reasons, family death, health shift, I changed again, didn't blog much more. But I'll remember those posts - from the inside, what you give birth to, you remember.

The ones I'll remember most though, for the surprise and joy of coming across them, are ones like... Dick's amazing Arthur stories, where we'd heckle him in the comments and suggest changes, and he'd write them in, flying hedgehogs and Shiteface and all.... Plus his ones on the ancient mind, language, archaeology and all that...

And turning way back, there were Billy Glad's masterpieces, in the way that a perfectly written invitation to a bar brawl was a masterpiece... brilliant stuff, and made me laugh like hell, and we were fools to drive him off, though maybe he wanted to go....

And Des' stuff, apologies to all the pretenders here, but Des was the fastest and smartest shot in town, and the best man alive if you need to go rampaging through late night threads, and y'all are idiots for fighting with him, you should be egging him on, to go on out further, to see what he can find and bring home to the rest of us...

And on my yes, the beautiful Lux, that man had it pouring out of him those last months, just joy and love and wisdom. Only sad I didn't catch him earlier... Who knows, maybe we'll find him later....

And late night fighting with Seaton, the early days, trying to convince him that people here weren't total assholes, then watching him tune in, and all that good stuff come out... And the rarely-blogging, more often commenting folks like Dij and Gasket, who - if we were smart - we would have just shut up and listened to... And Miguelito and Obey and XXXXXX (just deleted list of over 20 names off top of head) for whom I would automatically stop and read, just to see what they were up to... But ahhhhh, I'm off topic now, not mentioning individual blogs like I'm supposed to... and then there's back to the very start, and al those folks lost in the mists of time, but what about X and Y and Z and the fights and the mistakes and me being tagged an obviously fictional character and a sock-puppet, what a brilliant way to get to enter the scene here, shoulda paid Genghis for that intro...

And actually, all in all, it was quite a world, quite a blog, a giant rolling, single blog, that everyone and no one could take credit for, because everyone helped create it, 'til someone left it out in the rain, yes, and that means that TPM Readers Blogs are melting in the dark, all the sweet, green icing flowing down, cause someone left the Blogs out in the rain, probably Al Shaw, liquored up one night, but I don't think that I can take it, 'cause it took so long to bake it, and fuck knows, I'll never have that recipe again.

I'll.... never have.... that recipe..... again.

So.... Amen. And Thank You! Goodnight Oklahoma City! And God Bless!

Some of my fondest memories were long stream of consciousness back-and-forths between myself & Quinn in his early days, trying to one-up each other, out-obscurely-reference each other (leaving aside language tricks which were GirlFromTheBronx's domain), out humor each other, updating as fast as the software would allow and wishing it was real chatroom software to see if we could make braincells spontaneously combust over 200 or 300 comments (no wonder I ended up with a grand total over 11,000 or so). And then there were those DJ nights when the music never stopped.

Then Dijamo strolling in like Seymour to pull out her can of whoop ass - even I would hide behind the bar squinting out to see whose tails got knocked together.

Billy Stinking Billy - kind of a poet priest, old Burroughs curmudgeon and Obi Wan Konobe figure that kept the Cafe/Hive in check for some time.

Rootie-Tootie, always quick with the insults & har-de-har-hars but also always the strongest, most disturbing documentation of modern events. Don't mess with a turnip with a bad attitude.

Gasket I could always depend on to follow me into the barroom brawl when others were scarce (24x7 bloggers unite).

DonnerPass if I needed someone to eat the survivors.

Monica/Crankypants, Art Appraiser, Miguelito, Laura, Ellen, GirlLookingAcrossWater, BwakBwakBwakFat, WendyOfTheAnasazi, numerous others who I remember & don't, left & who hung around, who argued & supported & laughed with me, plus my enormous crew of stalkers, trolls and general burrs in my butt. And then my faves, the ones who threw underwear, offered to show me their nay-nays or give me a rimjob, and in other ways expressed their appreciation in the best virtual fashions you can without an on-site tip box. Thanky, thanky. I'll return them all when I'm finished with them, promise.

And to think I naïvely showed up here to discuss the importance of Free Trade. I don't think I ever got around to writing that essay. Probably would have put me to sleep anyway.

And in the words of the immortals, It's Excellent! For Hillary!

Gosh... that thread of blogs from today is so long now..

I can't believe the blogger software still accepts them!

Is it all, finally, over?

I confess I've messed with my user id and password so much over the past week that I may have forgotten the right strokes, but I just tried and failed to sign on to movable type and failed.

Will there be a prize for "Last Reader Blog?" It would be harsh if it were some kind of spam post....

As a final note, I've seen, like, three articles this morning in which Democrats said sensible, Democratic-sounding things. Maybe we are hearing the gentle breath of a pendulum shifting direction...

Best wishes to all; see you on the other side of the abyss.