Monday, October 06, 2008

And So It Goes

You know what I hate? Blogs that just disappear. Several writers that I really enjoyed just stopped writing and faded out. I'm looking at you Nonny. Or actually, I'm not, because you're not there anymore. And Sugar Smacks, who I still link to if for no other reason than I'm a sucker for Fruit Loops. Regardless, I just always thought that if you were going to end your blog, just say so. Let people know. Say thanks for the memories, pax vobiscum, whatever, and handle it gracefully.

Hey kids, guess what?

I'm done. This is the last entry in the Bomb Shelter. I have had an incredible amount of fun with it over the last couple of years. I started it on kind of a whim, after someone turned me on to the hilarious "I'm stuck in rehab with Pat O'Brien" blog, which is still probably the funniest damn thing I've ever read. I followed some of the comments around and discovered it was kind of fun. I decided to start my own and see what happened. What happened was that I had a great time. I met a lot of really cool people. Although I've never met any of you in real life, (and you'd probably call the cops if I did), I regard many of you as friends. And some of you as people to cross the street to avoid. When you weren't busy trying to destroy America with gay marriage, or getting knocked up, or drinking Guinness and taking pictures of your stripper neighbors, or generally fucking around in Mississippi, or any of a 1,000 other things, you were making me laugh. I hope in some small way I returned the favor.

The truth is I don't have the time to make sure the writing here is up to my standards. And those are already pretty fucking low. I have a job that requires me to work full-time now, and the kids, as they get bigger, don't require any less involvement. Nor would I ever want them to. So rather than just have this site sit here with no new entries and no explanations, (especially when the last post says "Nigger"in the title! Good thinking, Limpy), I am taking my bows, picking up the rotten fruit and vegetables, and exiting stage right.

Some of you have my email. If any of you want it, just drop your address in the comments section. I'll get back to you.