While reflecting on drama, let me just say, that most of you are good people. And you shouldn't let life or the people in it make you unhappy.

When old friends leave, wish them well on their travels.
Do not miss them, remember them fondly.
When new friends arrive, welcome them kindly.
There are a lot of people to meet out there and they're infinitely interesting. The world is filled with them! Make the most of knowing them.

I'm going to be honest. I'm tired of this hush-hush whisper-whisper fuckaround bullshit.

Auspice and Misterfluffie left because of Halspal.

Auspice removed all but five of her writeups -- a tremendous loss. Fluffie's writeups are still available on the everyone account.

Why the fuck are you trying to sweep this under the rug? I'm tired of secrets. I'm tired of codewords. I’m tired of sugarcoat-ation. I'm tired of being silenced in the catbox. I'm tired of unanswered PMs. We are all a part of E2 and we all have a right to know why two of our best left--from the tippyest-top admin to the lowlyest newbie.

There is no way their leaving can be kept quiet, and frankly, I'm tired of treating it like it's a big fucking secret. I'm not going to censor my desire to have them back. I'm not going to go on pretending this place is the same without them. We SHOULD be talking about this in the catbox, in an open forum, as a group. Discouraging open discussion is the worst possible response to this. Let us grieve in peace.

Are we supposed to just sit here and pretend everything is fucking dandy? Like we have no problems? Like we're not fucking missing Cass and Mr. F and Sim like crazy? Like this whole E2 for sale fiasco hasn't got us all standing on the tops of our fucking heads?



How long do you think you can keep this up?

If anyone wants to know anything at all about the recent departure of Auspice and haqiqat, please feel free to /msg me.

End of Year Inventory

Who's not busy being born is busy dying --Bob Dylan

(By the way, that quote was used by Jimmy Carter, in his Presidential campaign, and Al Gore told Oprah Winfrey that it was his most cherished quote).

I really didn't want to compare us to a Peanuts comic strip by Charles Schultz. I'm not even sure when Lucy kept flipping the ball over when Charlie was going to kick it, whether he took it home. I do need to hand out copious amounts of Linus' blanket, however. Me, I'm the pigpen of the outfit, but I'm thankful that The Debutante thought I was worthy enough, and asked me to help us all, by becoming a chanops, to try to ensure there will not be any maliciousness that might cause more pain in the chatbox. The bad news is I'll be buried alive in his tomb in Egypt.

One thing that was pointed out, and they're right, but probably no other civilized person would acknowledge as being relevant: there's been a extremely bright full moon out for these several days during these trying times. I've been wondering like the Dickens to think of who said, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." (Joke) And, I really don't know who first said, "When you've lost your sense of humor, you've lost it all."

I have more pressing emotional issues actually; my wife's father, beset in his very advanced years with Parkinson's, just came back to the Nursing Home from another hospital trip, this one because of a 109 degree fever, is in and out of lucidity. We visited him after the 4 hour trip, Saturday, and she's getting less sleep, therefore, becoming more vulnerable to the inevitable emotional trip into deeper caverns. Blessedly, we have our faith to sustain us, and it has helped me greatly during these stresses and the worries about my favorite, and basically primary hobby, Everything2's current flux. Additionally, I have to continue to have hope to keep the lights on, and food on the table.

Concerning E2, when all the ink has dried on any contract, and the dust has settled on any renovations, the same resilient examples of humans still standing, will be the ones to thank for their maturity, which enabled them to endure more than just structural, functional, and political upheaval, but through some rather expected dismay and unexpected results of emotional turmoil.

Was it prophetic?: After chewing on some almonds, I thought I'd gotten a piece of shell in my mouth; and no, seconds later, I realized it was a chunk of molar broken off. But, I'm still here, and though I'm unlike a shark who can regrow teeth, E2 WILL gain new writers, so that's what I'll leave as a final word of optimism, a happy present, especially around this proximity of honoring the birthday of One who was born only to die for us.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you

So don't fear, if you hear, a foreign sound in your ear, it's alright Ma, I'm only sighing.
--Bob Dylan
Update: There's a bit of an extra crisis on the homefront, so, I might be kind of absent for long times.

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