And I think that it is time for Jabberwocky to come to a fond close.
I've concluded that, as I'm running out of things to post, my time and yours will no longer be wisely spent in the keeping up of this weblog. So, at the very least I'll take a nice long break of a few months or so. Perhaps at the end of said time I'll post some more; perhaps not. I wish I could stay connected to the blogosphere. o_O But I fear it is a time vacuum to me. So many valuable things to read and say...
You are each unique and awesome, and I eagerly await the next time I see you in-persona. In case you'd like to contact me, you could just comment - I'll be emailed accordingly - or you could send me a direct email, the address of which I shall reveal.
just.brennan(@)gmail(.)com
I'll leave you to think that one over.
Final admonitions:
- if you haven't yet, play Portal. Please. You must. :| It's a fantastically randomly bizarrely awesome game.
- also, read On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness. I never got around to ranting about that book's awesomeness, but I've lent it out to eleven different people and all of them have loved it. Please. Read it. It's for your own good. Also, you ought to look into The Man Who Was Thursday for a thoroughly bizarre tale of anarchy, espionage, wit, London, crashes, disguise, explosions, and overall G. K. Chesterton awesomeness. The ending is weird. But the rest is unquestionably epic.
- try some Dr. Pepper jelly beans, if you haven't already. They're supremely tasty.
Thank you ever, ever so much, kind readers. :) Your comments/thoughts/advice/input/randomness-spazzes have been a great source of smiles and encouragement for me. I'm going to step out of the blogging world for a time, but I'll still see all of you. :) Some in person, some through email/FB, and some in the undetermined Later. The future is composed of many bizarre occurrences, and only one of them is certain. If I don't meet you on this side, I'll see you on the Other. Then it'll be grand stories around campfires and adventures in cold woods and feasts in great halls.
Until then, my friends.
With all sincerity,
gratitude,
and eucalyptus,
Shelob for President,
thanks for reading,
see you around,
-whisper
~~~
twas brillig, and the slythy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
all mimsy were the borogoves
and the mome raths outgrabe.
