He's baaaaack!
Rumors of "The death of a great blog" are greatly exaggerated. As I had hoped and whined about, Great Scott Ott merely had a bad hair day, and changed servers. The new, improved ScrappleFace is back!(See the links at right, and chase ScrappleFace. It's definitely worth the click.)
I took some heat for what was called a "slam" by some, and "attack mode" by others. It was an expression of sorrow, kids. Yeah, yeah, it was childish whining, too.
Scott Ott established a forum that is far more widespread than my little rants. For him to suddenly close it off to everyone distressed me far more than I could find adequate words for. Those who comment keep us sane; otherwise, we'd be talking about how good the coffee is at the local Waffle House. Despite the time and effort it costs him, Great Scott transcends this, and gives an open forum to people of like mind. He is also too kind, and too good of a Christian, to crack down to those who have nothing to say, but burn up his bandwidth anyhow, a.k.a. Those People. . . the dissenters. We will be hearing more from The Usual Suspects in the near future. That, too, is a rant for another day. For now, I am doing as I have advised others: hiding and watching.
Great Scott Ott is back, with a vengeance. I cannot catch up on his output, and I have been remiss on trying to update United Possums, for health reasons. Hence the picture. Don't ever do what I did, and light the first one. That's not Political Correctness; it's good sense. Nevertheless, it's my choice, and I made it. Someone has a book with a tag-line, and I heard it in my family first: "Take what you want, and pay for it."
Go chase the link at the right, to ScrappleFace; I can never hope to be as funny. Thank you, Scott, for not turning your back on us!
I do not say things to be nice. I am too old for that kind of gratuitousness. Scott Ott is damned good. This is my blog, and I can say that! Go see for yourself.
posted by Robert at 4:18 PM
18 Comments:
I completely understand your point of view. Others don't understand the mentality of a PO'd country boy like me. I used to try to make them understand, now I just communicate with those who have the insite.
Glad to see you are back, Possum!
Btw, The Shootist got me into JW.
Wow, I haven't even announced the existence of this post yet. Nice that you check on me once in a while, Libby.
That last scene of "The Shootist", where The Duke nods at Ron Howard for renouncing the gun as a moral choice, still chokes me up after a dozen viewings. Few actors have had such an elegant swan song.
Welcome back, possumtrot. Like the others, I check in, too, to learn -- just like Grasshopper on the old Kung Foo program. When you weren't posting anywhere, it was time to call out the cavalry. Oops! That's mixing martial metaphors.
Hey Possum,
Hope you're feelin' better. Sounded like you were goin through some bad stuff (health-wise). You're in our thoughts and prayers buddy.
Best regards,
Hawkeye®
I'm fine. If I die, I'll let y'all know.
I owed this one to Scott, after all my sniveling.
all had sniviling..but what is that but a tribute to ScottOtt.
I think he knows that...but is not here nor there comapred to your health and well being.
Iffen's ya die and dont let folks be right informed can ya imagine whut folks will bitch?..LOL
Thanx, imp.
Scott deserves tribute.
No one will miss me when I'm gone.
I already missed ya Possum. Was wondering about you with no "word" from you even in posts.
I too acted childish when Scott;s comments stopped. If it is any excuse, I have more friends from Scrappledom than in "the world", and it was like I lost them.
In January it will be 6 years since I was diagnosed with pulmonary fibrosis. 22 of my 25 years on the railroad were as a welder and those rods sure stink!
I am going to be a little (?) long winded, but this needs to be said. I will try to make it short.
I smoked for about 20 years. Started when I was 18, went through my Army years and in 1986 quit cold turkey. It lasted three years. In 1989, (I was still drinking then too), bummed a cigarette from a guy and by the end of it, was hooked all over again! I also almost fell off the bar stool.
When I went to the store to buy my first pack again, I felt like a kid trying to get away with something.
Then in August 1994, my father after an operation that went bad, was in intensive care. The doctor said there was very little hope for him. I had not always been a good son to dad, but irregardless, didn't want to lose him!
Mom and Sis were with me spending the night at the hospital. I went to get a soda downstairs. I looked up at the clock and it was 12 midnight, August 18th, 1994. Oddly enough, my fathers 80th birthday!
Then it hit me! I went down to the hospital Chapel, got on my knees and asked GOD to let us have dad back, even if for only a short while. I promised that I would stop smoking, drinking, and turn my life around.
The next morning dad was awake and doing amazingly better. He was soon out of the hospital, and was with us until January 18th, 2000.
Long winded, I know, but all I was trying to say is, it took a "sacrifice" for someone else to quit smoking. To this day, I still have temptations to lit-up. Dreams, whatever, but my promise to the LORD trumps all that. I KNOW HE honored my prayer, and I will honor my commitment.
If not for my promise, as bad as my breathing is, I have little doubt, I would be puffing away today. That is, if I would have even lived this long.
I will sincerely pray that you can lay them down Possum. Even with GOD's help, it remains one of the hardest things I have ever done, but GOD showed me by giving up something for someone else, I REALLY did it for me!!!
God bless, and remember, if no one else would miss you, (and I KNOW that is not true), you have one friend who would!
Well, HELLO stranger! Been meanin' to call. I'll have to check out this other website you mention...
Possum, you were my home away from home when Scott dropped the comments section. I still like to drop in as I really enjoy your blog, except maybe the fried chicken head. That was a bit disturbing. Be well good friend.
"These things I have spoken unto you, that in me you might have peace. In the world you shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." John 16:33
Good Morning Possum,
You are the Mayor of Scrappleville,the glue that holds us together.You are the 'Big Enchilata',we look to you as our Guru.What do you mean we won't miss you?We love and respect you Possum and wish we could be with you in person to help out.Take care dear one.
I would not have done this without Scott's example. UPI started as a private e-mail joke, when I had access to a lot of silly pictures that begged for captions. When I'd write them, I had no place to post the stories online. The satires I occasionally post here are faint echos and reconstructions of what went before.
The irony is that most of the pictures are lost now, and my energy and sense of humor are MIA most days. I'm glad that so many people check up on this little corner of the net from time to time.
Thank you.
Cassandra's idea is a good one. Scott isn't named there yet. It's also fun to visit because the list of "right blogs" is much longer than the list for "left blogs."
Hey, I don't mind a dissenter. I like nothing better than a good argument,what I dislike are these jerks who ignore the facts
and keep spouting the LSM and Dismalcrat's garbage. These are known as Those Really Odd Lonesome Losers.
C'mon now, you have to know you are funny,and that you are a lot smarter than most people that you know. You also have a wonderful kind heart and don't you dare go anywhere.
Seriously, we should all make a list of email and blog friends and family to be notified in case...
I sent a submission to the commissar at acepilots.com, naming Great Scott as my "blogfather". Without his example, I wouldn't occupy this little corner of the net.
Thank you all for the kind words. I ain't goin' nowhere any time soon. It's nice to be thought highly of...don't y'all give me a case of "the big head" now! I'm already kind of waterheaded.
Possum.....you're smoking? Shame, shame, shame!! I too have a story tho' not as nice as Ram's. My revelation came as I was waiting for my dad to wake up after emergency quintuple bypass surgery. His surgeon was waiting there with me (at 2:30am) and told me my dad wouldn't be there had he not smoked for 40 years. He had no other risk factors so the docs had been treating him for heartburn/acid reflux/ulcers because all his ekgs were perfect. Anyway, the doctor explained the lungs are pretty and pink within a couple of years of quitting, but the damage done to the veins and arteries is irreversible. He also told me I'd be better off weighing 300 pounds than smoking. I quit cold turkey on my 40th birthday. I've put on weight but have always been proud of quitting! (15 years and counting~) Always reminds me of the joke about joining smokers annonymous....where if you wake up in the middle of the night and want a smoke, you call and they send somebody over to get drunk with you!
It's the ultimate irony. I find myself in the uncomfortable postion of having to take drugs. Cigarettes are my last vice; I gave up recreational pharmaceuticals and booze years ago. I had to be nagged to take an aspirin.
I don't even get the compensation of a good buzz when I show up every other week to get my veins pumped full of poison. A little medical marijuana would be nice, but they've already poisoned that well in California. Those of us who might need it will have to do without, so the waste kings on the Left Coast can get their highs with bogus doctor's prescriptions.
It's still against the law. I haven't known a decent drug dealer since I was a pup. I'm over 21, though, and can buy cigarettes without even showing my i.d. any longer.
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