Having no real good reason to continue, it’s time to pack it in.
Sad, but true. Kate and I are happy to have made y’all’s aquaintance. We’ve poked around a bit in science, literature, politics, religion, sex, heresy, sports, and even a bit of comedy.
It’s been an interesting ride. I started this blog with a modest little aim. Nothing so grandiose as to upset the blogoverse, nothing so high and lofty as to even educate myself about science. Within a few days, I had met many interesting people. Some of you I knew a little from your various writings and musings around the web, none of you I knew well enough to call friend. I think that’s changed.
We have to say goodbye to some very special people, who’ve taken quite the interest in our little blog here. At the top of the list, of course, is Blipey. Blipey the Shakespeare Quoting Snuffleupagus, Blipey the Clown, Blipey the fellow who took special interest in my science education. I’ve learned quite a bit about science and humor from you, sir. I hope that you will miss me as much as I will miss you.
guthrie, you have invested so much time and effort, I can’t even begin to properly recognize you for all the care and concern you have taken regarding my science education.
Zachriel, patience is thy name. How you ever perservered and remained so level headed, I’ll never know. Your science assistance has been invaluable.
Alan Fox, your continued contributions will always be remembered with great fondness.
Lifewish, both your science help and your technical assistance were integral to this blog.
Richard Hughs, late comer to the party, nevertheless helpful and kind. I’m sorry you missed the beginning of the fun.
Steve Story, I’ve always enjoyed your commentary, but you have been a huge pain in my ass. I mean that in the most affectionate of ways, no snark or nuthin’.
Bourgeois Rage, Leper Colony, AJ, Sean, Arden Chatfield, IAMB, Chris Hyland, Rogue Historian, vino, and whoever I may have inadvertantly missed, to all of you – You may have not commented as much, but your contributions will always be valued.
In particular, I’d like to say something to Dohn Asswipe Javison – Get back on the meds, you sick fuck.
We’ve been visited by some pretty heavy hitters over the past few months. Dr. Wesley Elsberry, Dr. Tara Smith, and Dr. Phil Plait, to name some names. I really am a huge fan of all three.
Of course, no list of “thank you”s would be complete here without a big ol’ tongue kiss to Dave Springer. Without you, Dave, this blog would never have happened at all. I have been terribly impressed with the amount of self control you exhibited, at least in the beginning. I would never have believed it, had someone told me about it. You have been gentlemanly to us at all times, and chivalrous. That said, it’s rather disgusting and revolting that you would crawl on your knees back to Dembski. I would also not have believed that, had someone just told me about it. I almost believed you had some character while you were here.
Speaking for both Kate and myself, I can truly say that we are sad, enlightened, happy, resigned, and entirely fictional, and it’s time for the story to end. This is the final act in our little bit of “Street Theatre”.
Before I begin the flashback, I have to make an apology to Dr. Elsberry.
I must apologize for violating the board rules at AtBC. I did what I did in full knowlege of the rule against sock puppetry and make no excuse. I was fully aware of the rule, and fully aware that I was violating it, and fully aware that I would be banned for it. I hold no resentment toward you for enforcing that rule, and consider myself banned as of this moment. I do hope you will see fit to allow me to continue reading there and at the Thumb, though.
Now, on with the show.
Please turn back in your programs to Page 19 of The Bathroom Wall. There you will find a little conversation between Lou FCD and Arden Chatfield. It’s the conversation that began it all.
Lou FCD mentions that he now feels like “somebody” at The Panda’s Thumb since he’s been banished to the bathroom wall for the first time.
Arden notes that one is not somebody at AtBC until one receives a ban from UD from DaveTard with boldface insult.
Thus, the gauntlet was thrown down.
Knowing that Dave reads AtBC, I thought it wise to employ some misdirection, so I opined that I would have to wait a while, but immediately went and began building this blog and posting at UD. Remember, this blog was meant to suck in one person. It was tailor made for that one person. I would have had a bit smoother time had you loudmouths at AtBC kept your traps shut. In the end, though, your persistant and very vocal thoughts about my secret identity actually did more to lend credence to my personna than anything else, so I humbly thank you all for being jerks. I really am going to miss you all, especially Steve. Ya big lunk. I humbly beg your forgiveness for having to sacrifice you for the cause. You’ve probably got the one sense of humor in all of cyberdom that might be able to laugh about that. I hope you do. I have family in the R.D. area, sometime we’ll have to get together for a beer… assuming you aren’t going to beat the crap out of me or something. I figure I at least owe you a beer or two.
While I achieved the ban, it was actually from Dembski himself. I hope that qualifies as fulfilling the challenge. Getting DaveTard to defend me and quit UD was just icing on the cake. Drawing Javison in to be tormented was… well I’m not really sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, but it certainly provided some comedy. I hope I have given you each at least one smile with The Big Green Marker.
Alas, the Law of Unintended Consequences took root, and Uncommonly Dense was just not the same without the UberTard. So it was that I attempted to rectify the situation by building Dave his own blog… which he unceremoniously rejected. As MorphoDyke er.. I mean O’Leary continued to raise the “too dumb to even bother with” quotient, I felt I had no choice but to allow the evolution dogs free reign, to chase Dave back into Dembski’s waiting arms.
Well, there’s plenty of gory details left, but to post them all would require a novel, as each and every comment and post was so carefully planned, and everything that possibly could go wrong, did. I spent a great deal of time planning, and then even more time controlling the damage when my plans fell to pieces.
Honestly, I don’t know how I ever pulled it off. I will confess to having continuing advice from someone I refer to as my own Karl Rove, but that person will have to decide whether to “come out” all by themself. I can’t, in good conscience, do it for them, though much credit is due. Thank you for everything, Karl.
Lastly, just for fun, I believe I’ll keep JanieBelle and Kate around. I think their adventures are worth persuing, albeit in a more publicly fictional way.
Cheers to you all, and thanks for the ride. It was fun.