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Banker's Hill/Mercy Outpatient
Wow! SD, I just found your blog... I'm still on my knees - Crohn's? :/— December 19, 2009 8:26 p.m.
Heart-Rending Reunion
Point? Clearly you do not get the point, as there is no point! SD almost got it… However, let me enlighten you… It’s not a about a single article or even a series of posts, it about a life, an experience, a body of work… Check out The Zen of Flop in Back When this week… http://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/1999/dec/09/ze… If you don’t get the point after that, kindly piss off!— December 13, 2009 8:43 p.m.
Heart-Rending Reunion
Where do the great wooden ships go? Once navigating the wide world, their sails bright on the horizon, putting in at every port, exchanging cargo and culture and life and souls. The great ships: their timbers once strong and robust, their decks flocking with eager crew vibrant with intelligence and lust. Ever seeking, ever wanting, ever puissant and competent, the great ships left their mark upon the world, yet where do the great ships go when all is done? I saw such a great ship once, at the end, lost and tossed upon the waves. Its rudder was broken and it sails tattered, its compass whirled in crazy directions, yet its captain, a master of the seven sees, stood erect upon the bridge, his legs wavering in his utter exhaustion. In my youthful ignorance, I came aside and asked the captain of his journeys, and never before or hence have I been privileged to hear such a heart-rending tale… Strange lands, and stranger people, filled my vision and yet I got the sense that it was the ocean that the captain truly sought. The wind, the waves, the storm that was even now carrying my brave captain unto his death! Where do the great wooden ships go…— December 9, 2009 4:30 p.m.
Loosening Family Ties
Thanks, SD I was going to post something really angry and horrible, but you made me realize how pointless such a thing would be… I get the sense that monaghan is coming form a very vulnerable place. And thus it’s best not to corner an injured freak! (I think Gandhi said that). ;) Peace!— November 13, 2009 9:40 p.m.
Loosening Family Ties
SD, I must say, I love you the more I read your posts. You have a depth clearly beyond any of the usual suspects here. Even in regards to poor monaghan and loony goatfish you somehow find, and more importantly acknowledge, the good in them – scant as that may be… More to the point of this topic, addiction is a disease, no more, no less, yet it still amazes me that people tack on a moral judgment to it. I can only think this resides with the victims of this disease, those who have suffered the terrible consequences of it all (monaghan I think resides in this group). I myself am intimately familiar with this particular affliction, thus I must reaffirm that relapse is only a symptom and not a moral failure as some might like to attest – would you blame an epileptic for having a seizure as a moral failure? Anyway, I think I have proclaimed my appreciation for Mr. Brizz and his particular brand of sublime achy musings on many occasions, so I will leave it at that. Take care.— November 13, 2009 4:30 p.m.
A Fear of Cold and Dark
Yo, Goattfish, you are frightening! But not nearly as frightening as the reports of our hero's untimely demise! Live long and prosper, Mr. Brizz!!!— November 8, 2009 7:04 p.m.
Comfy Cozy
I had a plushy rabbit named “Lil’Li” that was taken away form me at some point in my youth. It’s all been a down hill slide from there…— August 6, 2009 8:23 p.m.
Mice at Play
Dang-it! I was hoping for the naked Barbarella hot tub podcast! Foiled again!— August 4, 2009 6:52 p.m.
Escondido by Night
SD, Magics I apologize. My tone was intended as humorous indignation, but I can never seem to get it right. I shall take your advice. I, in fact, am the one that needs to run along! Indeed, I am in the final stages of purging myself from the www and I intend this to be my final digital scribblings… And there was much rejoicing! :P Peace— June 16, 2009 5:41 p.m.
Escondido by Night
How did the haters find their way in here? It seems, where ever you go there they are… How I despise them! Well, TGIF is our special place for folks who enjoy a little melancholy with their meal, so take your bitchy attitudes and piss off, you twits! (And no, I’m not talking to Refried or SD, but you should probably run along too, although all these posts in our quiet little nook just might be a good thing…)— June 13, 2009 9:18 p.m.