Well, dear readers, I think we’d all better just put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, I think we better break out the cheese slices and ham chunks, I think we’d better start dancing the Hora or, at the very least, Hully Gully, because we’ve got us some celebratin’ to do. Why do we have us some celebratin’ to do you might ask and I might tell you because how are we going to do some fershluganah celebratin’ if you don’t know what it is we’re celebratin’? What we are celebratin’, dear readers, is the fact that these notes today are our 600th notes. Yes, you heard it here dear readers, these are our 600th consecutive notes. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t that just too too?
What that means is that I, BK, have written these here notes for six hundred days in a row. The mind boggles, the mind reels. Or is it the mind reels and the mind boggles? Can the mind boggle and reel at the same time? Is that a reelboggle? Well, I can tell you that my mind is boggling and reeling at the same time. Six hundred days in a row. Can you believe it? I can barely believe it myself and yet it is true and it’s all there in the Unseemly Archives for any non-believers.
Six hundred count them six hundred notes. That is nothing to sneeze at. Isn’t that funny, the minute I wrote that I sneezed. So, it is something to sneeze at. I recommend everyone sneezes at it. Well, we’ve had good times and bum times, we’ve seen ’em all and my dear, we’re still here. We’ve been through thick and through thin, all out or all in, and whether it’s win, place or show we’re together. Yes, us old friends, what’s to discuss, old friends, here’s to us, who’s like us – damn few – oh, a rather long and lugubrious Sondheim reference.
While I have enjoyed writing six hundred count them six hundred notes, what really has made this site worthwhile to me is you, dear readers. Simply put, this is, for the most part, the most civilized place on all the Internet, and unlike most other boards the posts here are filled with intelligence, wit and interesting viewpoints, whether we all agree with them or not. Sure, we’ve had our occasional differences, we’ve had our occasional hard-headedness, but it’s over in an instant and we move on with good cheer, and that is what separates the wheat from the chaff. Or is it the chaff from the wheat. What the hell is chaff anyway? I know what wheat is – for example, I’ve heard of wheat germ. And yet, I have never heard of chaff germ. Well, whatever chaff is, it is separated from the wheat or vice versa. Other sites that have posts have both wheat and chaff, unseparated, and therein lies the problem. Wheat and chaff must never be allowed in the same room. What the hell am I talking about?
Well, let’s all click on the Unseemly Button below and continue the celebration in the next section, where we will tell the highly amusing story of The Randy Vicar and the Pruning Shear.
Yesterday we had a lovely signing at Bookfellows. While these things never get the turnout you’d like (several people who assured me they’d be there were not, in fact, anywhere to be seen), we did end up with a nice group of folks. I read for about a half-hour, then signed books and chatted with everyone, both people I knew and didn’t know. We had cheese chunks but no ham, we had pretzel bits, and we had cake and Diet Coke. Malcolm and Christine Bell have a beautiful and very homey bookshop and I recommend it as a wonderful alternative to the big chains.
Last night I ate a warm and cozy dinner at the Jones’. We had salad, barbecued steak with sautéed onions on the top, rosemary potatoes and for dessert a lemon cake, which was quite yummy. Today, Richard Jones will be coming over with a ladder and some pesticide and he will be taking care of whatever is on my roof – the bees or the wasps or the hornets. He loves doing this sort of thing and I, for one, am glad to have him do it.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must write, I must do some grocery shopping, and above all I must celebrate our 600th notes until the cows come home. After all, six hundred count them six hundred notes doesn’t happen every day. For example, it didn’t happen yesterday because yesterday was notes number 599, and it won’t happen tomorrow because tomorrow will be notes number 601. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Sunday – free-for-all day, the day in which you get to post about whatever you like, any topic of all. And what better day for a free-for-all day than our 600th notes celebration? Post about how you found us, post about who you are and where you’re from (I know we’ve done this, but we’ve got several new dear readers with us), post about what you do or what you’d like to do, in short let’s have us a plethora of postin’ so that soon we will be the most popular site on all the Internet. Let’s have us a plethora, I tell you, so that we can be cool, man, cool, we can be jiggy and the bomb. Say, wait a minute, that would be a good title for a new sitcom – Jiggy and the Bomb. Post away, dear readers, and post from here to eternity and back again, and I will be checking back in quite often to see how our party is going.