
The US Army invites you to:
"Forget Community-Building -- Let's Destroy One!" Be there when they take out Boo Bee and his snobee friends.
Thursdays this fall on FOX.
Talk about my choice of words...
On a recent post to the
Cold Front, Alex implied from my post on 6/15 that I want to do battle. I think he's the one who wants to engage in a battle of the blogs. And exploiting Boo Bee in the process by resurrecting his tramatic kidnapping experience from the summer of 2004 -- the glory days of the beacon. Really, how low is that -- Boo is a symbol of community, love, family, and humanity. Do our vows mean nothing to you?
(I can get away with saying all of this btw because today is my 30th birthday. Jen, clean off those candles. Time to use them one more time before it's your turn!)
Seeing the heart-breaking photos of Boo's time in captivity led me to revisit the original
beacon bee. The good ole' days when people actually contributed to it. My favorite was the series of personals between Foonty and Trowl. I wonder what they're up to?:
Dear Foonty,
I had a dream of gargantuan magnitude last evening while taking my bath. I had a vision of you and me strolling through mother's rose garden holding hands and giggling. Mother's elderly friends were there, all old and wrinkly, wearing bathing suits and perfume. They formed a passageway, and sprayed us down with a garden hose as we danced through, one of them patting my bottom. Dirty Helen leaned over to me as I went by, she smiled and whispered "You're good as gold." What the Hell???
Love, Trowl.
My own husband has defected. He went out and created his own blog,
The Cold Front. I could barely get him to post to the beacon bee and now he's posting almost daily on his own site. Go figure.
Does this mean that he doesn't like centralized conformity? I like to think of it more as a collaborative community. But no, he wants autonomy. We live in such an individualistic society...