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.
Farewell.
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.
Farewell.
posted by limpy99 at 12:19 PM
37 Comments:
Say it aint so. I'll miss reading blog. But, I'm going to take great pleasure in kicking your ass at pickem hockey.
Gonna miss you.
I remember "seeing" you over at Recovering Strippers Anonymous (Jessica Rabbit's blog) and followed you back to your blog (don't even say "like a puppy").
Wow, that seems like AGES ago.
Take care my friend, take care.
You will be greatly missed. And I am not taking down the link to your blog cuz I have lots of issues with change and letting go. Oh yes I do. You quitting sucks big fat buffalo balls.
Hopefully you will still stalk around bloggerland and comment bomb your friends from time to time. And yeah, I want your email. Just so I can have it. Cuz I have issues with collecting things, too. I am over at Artylis13@aol.com.
Imma go cry now.
I'll miss you, Limpy.
I don't have your latest email address, btw. Is that by design?
Not sure I ever commented, but I read, and enjoyed.
Good luck to you.
Never commented on your blog before but I am an avid reader.
I am down right disgusted that your life (you ass - getting a real job! and the offspring of your loins damnit) is now going to curtail one of my little pleasures - I have so few in my life.
Maybe by the time you retire this internet thing will still be going and you can blog again.
Been great.
I've enjoyed your blog as well.
Good luck with everything, I hope to read some of your stuff again someday.
Jesus fucking Christ. You're the third hilarious blogger I know who's called it quits in the past week.
Limpy, I've never commented on your blog. But your posts have often caused me to laugh so hard that I choked on things I was eating. Thank you for that. All the best with your real job and your offspring (real or imaginary).
This is indeed bad news! I will really miss you. We still talk about the "more balls in the face than Elton John" post. Maybe when the kids are in college, you'll decide to start up again. If you do, make sure to let us all know.
Don't know as I have your new one either, Stud.
Not to mention that you FUCKING LEFT US in the South, state-wise. I guess we'll never see Miss Texas....*sigh* :)
Will miss you!
Well this just fucking sucks.
I am now down to one, one, god damn fucking blog to read. One.
Jesus fuck.
What am I supposed to do?
Yes, it is all about me.
Crap.
Crapolla. Craparoo. Crapshitfuck.
Thanks for at least letting me (us) know. Kudos to you for that.
Otherwise crapshitfuck. Just like that.
(That's code for, I'll sure miss you.)
I'm sorry.
But THIS IS NOT OKAY.
You can't stop before you finish all of the 50 states. What kind of coach are you? No one likes a quitter Limpy--this is why I don't go to rehab and you shouldn't stop blogging.
You must finish the states--there is no excuse not to and I can't believe that no one called you on this before my comment.
I'm stressed--you can't do this to me--I must have my state history for ALL 50 STATES!
Jeez man.
If you choose to ignore me:
rsg@recoveringstraightgirl.com
Zoe, that'll never happen. I'm picking Blaine Stoughton all year!
Q, you were my first and longest regular. I will keep track of you, your trophies, the Hubs and The Freaktard. And no matter what happens, we'll always have Natalie.
PT, the buffalo balls put me off my breakfast. Which was goat balls.
Syd, I lost your email when I made the switch from my old job. Yours isn't posted on your site. Put it up here and I'll definitely return the favor. Where else am I gonna keep track of the SEC?
SF, I've seen you here once or twice. Thank you.
jb, I am sure I wll post again, just probably not for a considerable while. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Chris, see above. It'll happen, but I don't want a big blank space here for months. Thanks for reading.
Roro, who were the other three? Thanks for stopping by.
Sylvia, good old Tyler's still on our Little League team. Funny thing is now the kid can't not catch a ball.
Maggie, I will miss you as well, although let's face it, I'm still going to cruise around the regular blogs. I'll check you site, but if you don't have your email posted, let me know here and I'll get in touch.
PG, I will miss you too, and wish you luck in everything you're trying to do. Like saving the world and all that little stuff. I'll keep up with your adventures.
RSG, I have thought of that. Believe me, that bugged me more than any other part. The hell of it is though, those things take me 3-4 hours to put together. It was becoming more of an obligation than it was fun, so I elected to just let it go. If and when I come back, we'll pick up with Virginia.
*pout*
NOW where am I going to lurk??? I understand your departure but it doesn't make it any easier. You will be missed.
*sob*
I don't know if I've ever commented, but I've lurked around for awhile. I'll miss your great perspective on life. And please, PLEASE, come back and finish the states.
Listen, just because I never post on my blog, ever, doesn't mean you can do the same MISTER!
See, I'm supposed to be working here, but instead I'm cruising the web, checking on my favorite blogs.....what am I supposed to do now? WORK?! yeah right.
and Syd can only get me so far through the day.......she can't support me alone, she needs your help!
Anyway, you'll be missed and I look forward to one day when you'll come back :-D
Well shit.
Take care and all that crap. I've enjoyed the hell out of this place, I'll still check in occasionally.
Will you still be my porn star?
Oh WHATever drama-king... waaa, waaa, waaa... You'll be back. This is addicting, and you're hooked. You'll be back. (You will be back, someday, right?)
In the meantime, how will I ever get ahold of you to warn you next time we travel to Worcester?! Because I'm pretty sure you owe me a beer. I don't remember why, or even if, but I'm pretty sure anyway because I never let stupid things like reasons get in my way of beer.
Hey Pussy Boy! You promised us 50 states. So what you have a life, Job, a family you want to respect and love. Who the hell are you to go all honorable and family valued on the Blogosphere? You're a Lawyer for cripes sakes, you want to give Lawyers a good name now too?
Seriously, I will miss you. I'll never forget what you said about Jersey.
Best of everything to your family and you...Risley
fare thee well. i hope your future journeys are as much fun as you seem to have had. i'm going to miss you a lot. i mean, reading out the "know limpy's states" was an event welcomed on each update.
take care of yourself, and if you're finding yourself near seismic twitch drop a comment (as opposed to a log) and let me know how you're doing.
I'll miss you, my only male reader of which I am aware...
...I have enjoyed stalking you.
Please stop by from time to time....
Take care.
I'M SAD. BUT UNDERSTAND...
mitchell_rhonda@yahoo.com in case you have any funnies you want to share or if you change your mind and start to blog again.
I never did get that Wisconsin post! :(
well dammit. I am bummed out. I will miss your blistering, sarcastic, yet realistic views on life as we know it. Drop me a line anytime...kateraxe@aol.com
sniffle...
kat
You're a funny guy. God help the legal profession now that you're giving it your full attention.
I hate blogs that go bye bye. i was updating my links today and didn't realize how many of them I hadn't read in a few months- no longer exist.
*sigh*
Don't go!
I KNOW I haven't been around for awhile. I'm hurt and offended that you didn't mention me. ME, ME, ME, right? ha ha! I DO think about ya, and was wondering when you were going to get around to AriZONA, but then had things I needed to prioritize. See my latest post, and you'll get it. I wish you well, I will miss reading when I could. P.S. Are you guys hiring? LOL
Hey Limpy: Thanks for all of the entertainment. I remember getting a kick out of the fact that we both liked the Pixies and the Melendy Family. It can be really hard to keep up the writing when you don't get paid for it. (Hey, it can be hard to keep up the writing even on the rare occasions when you DO get paid for it.)
Good luck. I was all set to rip the Sucks tonight & they fucking came back. If the Yankees kick ass like Hank guarantees next year, I'll be sure to post some Alyssa in Yankee shirt photos in your memory. I mentioned you in the tag of my post today without having read this hoping you'd stop by to read about underage boys being raped by women & then having to pay child support. What the fuck?
Anyway, best wishes. Good choice picking the kids over the blogs. Now, if we could just get the crack whores to choose their kids over the pipe we'd really be making some progress.
Don't go spending your 401(k) all in one place (like the dollar store).
Thanks for all the laughs, and for saying good-bye. Fucking Nonny. Erg.
Tell all your hot lady readers to start stalking me. They're probably too smart for my drivel and too hot for my neck of the woods, but they sure are alluring.
Good good good......
Dude, I just did the same thing. You've been a pleasure to read and your comments to me have been a riot. BEST to you and yours!
Yeah, I'll probably shut down, too. You're right about the kids thing. I've been spending TONS of time with them, trying to keep them on the right track. Gonna miss your posts, though. They were fucking hilarious. I really would have liked to see what you said about California. Ah well.
Keep me on your e-mail list, as well.
calamity469@yahoo.com
Don't believe him folks, he won't answer your emails either.
... or maybe it's just mine.
*shrug*
Whatever & whichever, wishing you only the best Limpy.
Take care.
I always want to hurt someone when this happens... I'm throwing things at you mentally right now.
Come back?
Or if not - thanks for the blog fun. Been nice "knowing" ya!
Yankees dig deep to keep pace with Rays
John Shea
Sunday, November 16, 2008
(11-15) 23:38 PST -- The Yankees are engaging in a monumental quest that had never been considered in all their years as baseball's baddest boys from the Bronx.
The Babe, Iron Horse and Joltin' Joe never imagined this far-out mission. Neither did Yogi, Whitey nor the Mick. Ditto for Thurm, Mr. October and Donnie Baseball.
The Yankees' new goal, as wacky as it sounds: keeping up with a team from St. Petersburg, Fla., the mighty Rays.
Even Joe Torre never could have dreamed up something so goofy.
Not surprisingly, the Yankees are convinced the best way to dig themselves out of third place, after missing the playoffs for the first time since 1993, is to throw the biggest money at the biggest free agent, and their focus is CC Sabathia, the pitching jewel of the open market.
The Rays, who won the American League pennant despite opening the season with a $43 million payroll, are projected for a relatively modest bump to $55 million, if only because of built-in raises. The Yankees, who opened 2008 with a $209 million payroll, easily tops in the majors, set their 2009 payroll at ... oh, whatever it'll be after the spending's done.
For starters, Sabathia. The Yankees are offering the Vallejo native a record contract for a pitcher ($140 million), topping Johan Santana's $137.5 million, which topped Barry Zito's $126 million. The Yankees also are targeting free-agent starters A.J. Burnett and/or Derek Lowe (Jake Peavy, anyone?) to round out a rotation that includes Chien-Ming Wang and Joba Chamberlain but may exclude Mike Mussina, who's supposed to be retiring, and Andy Pettitte, a free agent.
"I just know that we need starting pitching, and it's not just one," Yankees general manager Brian Cashman said at the recent GM meetings. "We're not going to be one and done. We need multiple."
The Rays aren't in the running for significant free agents. They're simply tweaking a team that won 97 games after 10 straight miserable years. They'll seek bullpen help but will return their entire rotation (plus David Price) and most of their lineup (right field needs to be addressed, and it won't be with Adam Dunn, Pat Burrell, Bobby Abreu or, certainly, Manny Ramirez).
The only free agents the Rays are losing are Cliff Floyd, Rocco Baldelli, Eric Hinske and Trever Miller. No big deal. The Yankees are losing Abreu (unless he re-signs), Jason Giambi and maybe Mussina and Pettitte, along with Carl Pavano and Ivan Rodriguez. The freed-up money is approximately twice the Rays' 2008 payroll.
Last winter, in a rare turn, the Yankees shied away from outside free agents, took a pass on trading for Santana and went with some youth, but it backfired. Phil Hughes and Ian Kennedy, who could have been shipped to the Twins for Santana, were a combined 0-8 with a 7.45 ERA in 17 starts.
"If we have to worry about the offense at a later time, we'll worry about the offense at a later time," Cashman said. "But pitching is what we have to solve or we'll never get to where we want to be."
Sabathia will be encouraged by his agents and the union to take the big money rather than stick with his two prerequisites: playing in California, his home state, and staying in the National League, where he could pick up a bat and swing for the fences.
Giants fans ought to stay tuned to the Yankee-Sabathia talks. If the Yankees get CC, they'll likely pass on first baseman Mark Teixeira, which they might do anyway after acquiring Nick Swisher to be their new Giambi. If the Giants decide to make offers above $100 million, Teixeira, more than Sabathia, would be a better solution and provide a much-needed power presence, which outfielder Matt Holliday - suddenly the Bay Area's best hitter - has become in Oakland.
But it's tough to imagine the Giants outbidding the Angels (or Red Sox) for Teixeira. As for the Yankees, they consider themselves desperate. In their minds, only one thing is worse than finishing third in the final year of the old Yankee Stadium, and that's finishing third in the first year of the new Yankee Stadium.
So if they've been scary spenders in the past, they could become downright spine-tingling now that they're moving into a $1.3 billion playhouse (thanks, New York taxpayers) that'll provide unprecedented profits to the game's richest revenue generators. Hank Steinbrenner wants to show Daddy George how it's really done.
Horrific economic times? Whatever. In the Bronx, nothing supersedes the need for a few power arms.
After all, the Yankees aren't just chasing the Red Sox anymore. They've got those pesky Rays to ponder.
So wait... It's Nov. 19 now, and you're still not over your prima dona act? *sigh* Whatever, diva boy.
Now, get your ass back in the blogosphere where it belongs. (Um, did I forget to say "Please?")
Yeah! What E said! I miss you.
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