Tuesday, February 27, 2007

The Final Ooogle, The Final FOAD... The Day The Dog Died

That's it.

It has been a long and arduous road here since November of 2005. Coming off the high that was Hurricane Katrina and Hurricane Rita into the crashing reality that my life had gotten away from me in more ways than one... this place gave me something to help my focus. So it has been here that I sat... going through this old dog's bones... plucking off the meat and sucking out the marrow.

I'm done.

This may come as a huge shock to some of you, but if the truth must be told I am long overdue. There just comes a time when one has to grow, and move on or become a stagnate puddle of disease. I'm sure so many of you have felt the same way at some time or another... as virtual slaves to the blog. I need to break these chains. There is only one way I know how, and this is it.

I love you all... more than I ever thought would ever be possible had you told me about it back in 2005. This is harder than you think, but I hope you will all understand. I hope you will all know me well enough to be happy for me, as I would be happy for you if you were granted this freedom.

As a parting gift my beloved little droogies... I will be leaving you all this final Ooogle...


... which is also the last and final FOAD... to Blogger.

Take your Beta. Shine it up. Turn this whore sideways... and... well... you know what you can do with it.

Be good to one another... remember me fondly... see you when I see you*.

Mr. CFP... let the firing of the EMP Strike against Blogspot commence.








*Which will be when YOU read the shirt CAREFULLY... or just click it... bitches.

Labels: blogosphere, FOAD, Ooogle Monday

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