On December 22, 2005, almost nine years ago, four strong servants carried a litter bearing yours truly, "Him of the Stripes", the "Red Badger of Death", and pursuer of the chocolate chip cookies. Young ladies in silk gowns danced before, tossing rose petals on the procession. The world met EveningStar and saw at once that he was cute as a button (ask his mum).
Today's event is a bit more somber. I've known for a long time that much of what I love about the forum is memories of old friends and old discussions long gone. I can enjoy those in my memory without actually logging in, and they can't be taken away from me. I would ask myself why I bother logging in and until today I've been able to think of a good reason. I'm out of good reasons.
In my real life I am Dr. John Burkitt, DCS, National Scout Commissioner at Trail Life USA. I am working on my two latest books. Yes, I said two. Yes, I said latest, as in I am a professional author with a track record. To say I can't take a bath without being afeared the phone will ring is nothing less than the unvarnished truth, I give ye my affy-davy.
I enjoyed writing Byron on Wells stories and trying to provide commercial grade entertainment here. Most of my fans have moved on and the new folks are not interested. For those of you who remember Bramble the Fox, he has a new life as mascot of the Foxes in Trail Life's younger boy program "Woodland Trails".
I find my participation here pretty much restricted to arguing the traditional and compassionate side of who God is, whether there will be animals in heaven, or why they can't make Hostess Twinkies as good as they used to. I get upset, especially where Twinkies are concerned. I realized--as many of you haven't yet--that the world is not hanging on to their hats waiting to see how we will settle it once and for all. I'm too stressed out arranging regional training conferences and vetting potential national advisors to get upset over what is basically a local discussion among five or so people about whether God is a nice guy or an oriental despot. By the way, he's a nice guy...I met him repeatedly. Yes, I met God because he put his divine spark into a lot of wonderful people through whom God worked in my life when I needed his presence most.
If I'm going to feel stress, I should be stressed with upcoming projects. If I am to be angry, it should be with child abuse and the need to tone down our culture of deflected responsibility. Those are things I am in a unique position to actually attend to. I have to get cracking.
I have met many fine people here. I hope they will communicate with me at magescribe@comcast.net and, if warranted, by other means. Email me and we'll talk about other means. Honestly I mainly use Facebook for professional scouting and exclusively use LinkedIn for business. If you want to ask me on LinkedIn whether or not Susan ever got into the New Narnia, you're out of luck. I can't deal with thousands of snippets of information about camporees and uniform specs and stop to admire your cat dressed up as Darth Vader. I...just...can't.
Nine years...that's a long time. It's been a great time. This is a sad time, but it's a necessary one. Good bye, good luck, God bless, and may you find your own entrance to Narnia.
I will continue to check here for a few days in case anyone wants to message me, but remarks directed to me in discussion threads will pretty much go unanswered.
Buck, Bramble, Mountie, Thorny, Clara, EveningStar, Nickaby, Lord Cutshaw, Horace and Crystal all step onto the stage one last time, bow, and the curtain falls.
Today's event is a bit more somber. I've known for a long time that much of what I love about the forum is memories of old friends and old discussions long gone. I can enjoy those in my memory without actually logging in, and they can't be taken away from me. I would ask myself why I bother logging in and until today I've been able to think of a good reason. I'm out of good reasons.
In my real life I am Dr. John Burkitt, DCS, National Scout Commissioner at Trail Life USA. I am working on my two latest books. Yes, I said two. Yes, I said latest, as in I am a professional author with a track record. To say I can't take a bath without being afeared the phone will ring is nothing less than the unvarnished truth, I give ye my affy-davy.
I enjoyed writing Byron on Wells stories and trying to provide commercial grade entertainment here. Most of my fans have moved on and the new folks are not interested. For those of you who remember Bramble the Fox, he has a new life as mascot of the Foxes in Trail Life's younger boy program "Woodland Trails".
I find my participation here pretty much restricted to arguing the traditional and compassionate side of who God is, whether there will be animals in heaven, or why they can't make Hostess Twinkies as good as they used to. I get upset, especially where Twinkies are concerned. I realized--as many of you haven't yet--that the world is not hanging on to their hats waiting to see how we will settle it once and for all. I'm too stressed out arranging regional training conferences and vetting potential national advisors to get upset over what is basically a local discussion among five or so people about whether God is a nice guy or an oriental despot. By the way, he's a nice guy...I met him repeatedly. Yes, I met God because he put his divine spark into a lot of wonderful people through whom God worked in my life when I needed his presence most.
If I'm going to feel stress, I should be stressed with upcoming projects. If I am to be angry, it should be with child abuse and the need to tone down our culture of deflected responsibility. Those are things I am in a unique position to actually attend to. I have to get cracking.
I have met many fine people here. I hope they will communicate with me at magescribe@comcast.net and, if warranted, by other means. Email me and we'll talk about other means. Honestly I mainly use Facebook for professional scouting and exclusively use LinkedIn for business. If you want to ask me on LinkedIn whether or not Susan ever got into the New Narnia, you're out of luck. I can't deal with thousands of snippets of information about camporees and uniform specs and stop to admire your cat dressed up as Darth Vader. I...just...can't.
Nine years...that's a long time. It's been a great time. This is a sad time, but it's a necessary one. Good bye, good luck, God bless, and may you find your own entrance to Narnia.
I will continue to check here for a few days in case anyone wants to message me, but remarks directed to me in discussion threads will pretty much go unanswered.
Buck, Bramble, Mountie, Thorny, Clara, EveningStar, Nickaby, Lord Cutshaw, Horace and Crystal all step onto the stage one last time, bow, and the curtain falls.