Although I had gotten a few hints that it might be coming, today I see that my friend Craig at mtpolics is
bagging it taking a blogging hiatus. I truly hope that he only needs a battery recharge and that he will back sooner rather than later.
As I have said before here, here, here, here, and here, Craig is, quite simply, the nicest guy in the blogosphere.
I owe him a truckload of beer for all the acts of kindness he has shown me, and I only hope I get the chance to deliver the suds.
Take it easy, buddy. You have my e-mail address. Please use it often.
Oh, and one more thing. If you decide to shut the server down, please gimme enough time to write one more post about my great farookinâ€™ hair before you flip the switch.
I am a huge fan of Jeff Goldsteinâ€™s Protein Wisdom. I read it every day, and I continue to marvel at Jeffâ€™s seemingly boundless creativity. In truth, I sometimes suspect that he has some really gnarly snakes crawling around in his head, but I wish I knew where I could buy some just like them for my cruller.
One thing that never ceases to catch my interest is his uncanny ability to carry on a conversation with inanimate objects (or, at least, I had always thought they were inanimate objects). For example, he has had conversations with a McIntosh Apple and with his Levis.
Well, because, as they say, â€œImitation is the sincerest form of flattery,â€ and also because I have often wanted to talk to my pants, I decided to give it a try.
Me: â€œYo! Dockers! Hayadooinâ€™?â€
Me: â€œPerhaps you didnâ€™t hear me. I said â€˜helloâ€™.â€
Me: â€œSo, what are your thoughts on the upcoming election? Kerry? Bush? What?â€
Me: â€œWhatâ€™s up? Have you signed some kind of exclusive deal with that Jeff guy?â€
Me: â€œBastard! I hope youâ€™re around for my next beer fart.â€
I guess I just donâ€™t pack the gear.