When I was in college, there was an ad campaign called, "please don't squeeze the Charmin." (if I've even spelled that right) This was a brand of toilet paper so soft that housewives could not resist squeezing it and therefore wore out some of its commercial utility.
There was a cardboard cut-out of this man- advising us not to squeeze the Charmin. For some reason I recall his name as Mr Whippell. We kidnapped Mr Whippell from the drugstore and brought him home to our dorm.
When Rusty died, I became a moderator. I wasn't sure what I should do about that. It was a tough time for all of us. It was Rusty in Bill's later months who was solely responsible for the forum, so his absence was more acutely noticed by myself and others on a day to day forum basis, if you know what I mean.
I've spread myself pretty thin, too thin, I'm thinking. I felt acutely bad that Yvsa was facing surgery and in great pain. I felt I could be our 'guy in the trenches' during this time. And I was.
But at times I've felt like Mr Whipple- the cardboard popup. How many times do we need munk to show up and say something meaningless? "Uh Huh." Says munk. 'Good stuff," says munk. I figured anything I could say, anything at all was good, because of the enormous loss we just had. I wanted someone to be there, even Mr Gash Durned Mr Whipple. Even if most of you were too intelligent to make heads or tales out of Whipple's feel nice, platitudes.
I've also been myself. We've all done the best we could during a tough transition. I'll tell you this, too; if I was in Yvsa's pain, I don't know I could have shown up as much as he did.
So, I'm letting you all know I'm edging back on my 'busy' presence. Still here, Still trying, just not as 'busy'.
There are some things I still haven't decided- like- should I weigh in on political threads or not? I haven't decided. There was one this morning I just didn't have the patience for, and I commend all of you for keeping your heads and not allowing it to turn bad.
take care,
munk, er uh...Whipple.
There was a cardboard cut-out of this man- advising us not to squeeze the Charmin. For some reason I recall his name as Mr Whippell. We kidnapped Mr Whippell from the drugstore and brought him home to our dorm.
When Rusty died, I became a moderator. I wasn't sure what I should do about that. It was a tough time for all of us. It was Rusty in Bill's later months who was solely responsible for the forum, so his absence was more acutely noticed by myself and others on a day to day forum basis, if you know what I mean.
I've spread myself pretty thin, too thin, I'm thinking. I felt acutely bad that Yvsa was facing surgery and in great pain. I felt I could be our 'guy in the trenches' during this time. And I was.
But at times I've felt like Mr Whipple- the cardboard popup. How many times do we need munk to show up and say something meaningless? "Uh Huh." Says munk. 'Good stuff," says munk. I figured anything I could say, anything at all was good, because of the enormous loss we just had. I wanted someone to be there, even Mr Gash Durned Mr Whipple. Even if most of you were too intelligent to make heads or tales out of Whipple's feel nice, platitudes.
I've also been myself. We've all done the best we could during a tough transition. I'll tell you this, too; if I was in Yvsa's pain, I don't know I could have shown up as much as he did.
So, I'm letting you all know I'm edging back on my 'busy' presence. Still here, Still trying, just not as 'busy'.
There are some things I still haven't decided- like- should I weigh in on political threads or not? I haven't decided. There was one this morning I just didn't have the patience for, and I commend all of you for keeping your heads and not allowing it to turn bad.
take care,
munk, er uh...Whipple.