Okay, I lied.

This is the last post before oblivion, and I make it only to repeat and highlight old news, buried in past Comment Streams, that

  • the “Offensive Squid” forum does in fact exist now, right over here, and is just dying for pithy posts on anything from the neurology of mantis shrimps to the recurring philosophical themes present in the work of Yours Truly (I’m a bit surprised at the lack of a forum entitled “We’ll All Be Killed, Waaaahhhh!“, but then again, it’s not my forum.  Although I will drop in and post there occasionally);
  • Facebook remains a viable option for quick updates while the ‘crawl is temporarily moribund; and
  • My bedroom has now been torn apart in search of bedbugs (haven’t found any yet, beyond the fat gravid adult that I squished against my chest at 3 a.m. several nights ago).  This last item isn’t especially relevant to most of you, but any who remember the last scene of  “The Conversation” (starring Gene Hackman) would find the sight of my apartment strangely familiar about now.

Radio Silence in 3 … 2 … 1 …

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13 Responses to “Okay, I lied.”

  1. haven’t found any yet, beyond the fat gravid adult that I squished against my chest at 3 a.m. several nights ago

    Oh, dude. *horrified sympathy* And to think I was wringing my hands last summer when I got chiggers.

    Okay, I lied.
    This is the last post before oblivion

    The first step to healing is admitting you have a problem? Just walk away. *wink*

    We’ll hang around at offensivesquid, taking you on your promise in the penultimate post here that we’ll all get through this. Be flattered that you fathered a tiny community? Feel powerful! Now, if you would, please go write stuff?

  2. And somehow, a community of rather nice, interesting people. Could’ve very easily gone the other way…

  3. Squid loins must be especially nurturing? *cough* ;P

    Though, have to say, if someone sues for anything on there, it’s -totally- you and your high powered lawyer’s forum… 😉 hehe

    I also offer this up as the theme song for our mass extinction:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frAEmhqdLFs

  4. My bedroom has now been torn apart in search of bedbugs…

    This will be the first in a series of bedroom disassemblies, if my experience is anything to go by. It’s been almost a year now and I still have most of my clothing sealed up in plastic bags.
    You have my only-too-well informed sympathy.

  5. Peter revealed: “My bedroom has now been torn apart in search of bedbugs (haven’t found any yet, beyond the fat gravid adult that I squished against my chest at 3 a.m. several nights ago).”

    Check out GMA on ABC for those pesky BBs~
    http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/Sleep/bedbugs-avoid-rid/story?id=11390372

  6. Pilot light casting an eerie pall over frozen letters.

  7. You really do like to WHINGE, don’tcha?

  8. Bedbugs?!

    What’s next? Fleas? Scabies? The plague?
    Seriously, what century is it in North America? Around here, it’s the 21st…

    I don’t think I’ve ever seen cockroaches here either.

  9. An infestation of Hugo award, apparently?

    What a bother!

  10. Congrats on your very new Hugo! :)

  11. Congrats on the Hugo.

  12. You should come out of radio silence long enough to take a bow for winning the Hugo for “The Island”. Damn well deserved, I say, and congratulations.

  13. Being the gent you are, I’m sure you’ve read the literature for the best ways to get rid of the damned things. Wish you luck, and much dryering of bedclothes.

    Also, congratulations, “The Island” is a damn fine story.