Thursday, May 14, 2009

Say It Ain't So!

Toujoursdan is closing down his blog, Culture Choc.

He never seemed to get much of a readership, which is a shame because he writes one of the smartest blogs out there in the blogosphere.  It's our loss, not his.

First Father Jake, and now this.  Looks like I'm going to have to start drinking.


Grandmère Mimi said...

Counterlight, bloggers come and bloggers go, even the good ones. Folks who leave comments come and go. There's an impermanence about it all that I've come to accept. Here today, gone tomorrow.

Hey! You finally got a real job in the academy. You can't start drinking now.

Counterlight said...

I know that these blog things are but passing fancies, as ephemeral as soap bubbles on a summer breeze; but, it's still sad when a good thing comes to an end.

As Mae West once said, "Too much of a good thing is just wonderful!"

And yes, I now have at least 7 years of full academic employment. And no, I'm not going to start self-medicating with booze.

toujoursdan said...

I really appreciate the support and think of you as a good online friend.

It may just end up being a summer hiatus and a re-think of what I want to do there. I felt like my effort was half-arsed and that it could be much more than it was.

MadPriest said...

I'm hitting the bottle with you, Doug.

Dan was a major source for OCICBW... His posts were fresh and original and he brought an insight into the French Canadian community that the neighbourhood will now sorely miss.

He also has the best gay moustache in Blogdom.

JCF said...

[Caveat: is one of things now occupying your time, Dan, Someone New in your love life?]

OK, I want some feedback! (on my matchmaking efforts)

Surely, I'm not the ONLY one in this corner of the Anglican/Episcopalian blogiverse to note that Dan and Dahveed1) Would look GORGEOUS together
2) Both have difficult/tragic backgrounds in Love
3) Are both too smart for their own goods (probably to the detriment of Da Lovin'? Hence, they need Our Help! *g*)
4) Are both Anglicans (duh), of the non-Neanderthal variety (no offense to actual Neanderthals)
5) Can cognate each others Romance language (if they get bored w/ Angl(ai)(e)s)
6) Have lived/are living in Estados Unidos (smackdab between the Frozen North and the Taco South)

And last but not least:

* We WILL get MadPriest on the West side of the Atlantic---by hook, crook, but mainly, TRANQUILIZERS!---to preside at our First "OCICBW" Gay Wedding!!!

...OK, I may have overthought this a bit. Doug, you've got the North American Gay Male props: how do I kickstart these muchachos into a Love-Connection? ;-)

JCF---but just for THIS occasion, you may call me "Emma". ;-X

Counterlight said...


That does indeed conjure up a lovely series of images in the mind, but I believe that both of them might already have love interests.

Counterlight said...

As for the Great Mad One coming across the pond for a visit, any suggestions where he might go in this huge violent melodramatic country?

We can rule out New York. If he didn't like London, then he's really not going to like New York.

I think he might be happy with a stay in Austin.

Grandmère Mimi said...

MadPriest and Mrs MadPriest have an open invitation to visit south Louisiana Cajun country, which I know MP would love - with side trips to New Orleans, of course. I think he would like Austin and Nashville, too.

Sadly, I don't think that it will happen. Of course, I could be wrong.

Counterlight said...

Devoted fan of Motown that he is, maybe he might like a swing through Detroit.

Grandmère Mimi said...

Doug, that's another possibility. In planning a fantasy trip, the possibilities are endless. Maybe he'd want to head west for a visit to Disneyland. And let's not forget Graceland.

MadPriest said...

New Orleans is my spiritual home. But I've heard it's the most dangerous city in America (which I expect is something to do with Mimi living so close by). So, my choice would be Austin - a city of music and learning (a bit like Newcastle really).

Grandmère Mimi said...

MadPriest, WTF! Are you a big chicken? I go to New Orleans often, and I'm still alive and kicking. I'd show you how to be street smart.

MadPriest said...

I couldn't live with segregation, Mimi. I'd want to go to the black clubs not the tourist venues. And I've had similar minded friends who have come back from Orleans so disappointed with the self-imposed segregation there and the fact that their love of black music was not enough to protect them from the anti-white hatred and violence.

Grandmère Mimi said...

MadPriest, your friends didn't have the proper guides. Here's a link to a list of clubs in New Orleans with the names of many which are not tourist venues. Some of them are in not-so-good neighborhoods, and you're warned to take a taxi.

Look, I'm not saying the city is not dangerous. It's moving toward failed-city status, if the leadership doesn't change and if the citizens don't get up off their asses and make it happen.

MadPriest said...

Well, isn't it about time you got off your backside and ran for office? I have every faith in you cleaning up the streets in no time.

Counterlight said...

If MP goes to Austin, he should keep in mind that Texans cherish their God given right to pack heat. Everything from bars to art museums require you to either check your gun at the door or leave it at home before entering.

Also, keep in mind that Texans can be very testy tempermental people.

Grandmère Mimi said...

Can't do it. I am not a resident of the city. It's only the home of my heart.

MadPriest said...

"very testy tempermental people"

Now that I can relate to.

Grandmère Mimi said...

MadPriest, tell me something, please. You're testy on your blog - sometimes even mean to a certain old lady - but you were not in real life, at least not while I was around. How did you pull off the Herculean task of being nice for two days?

MadPriest said...

I didn't get the chance to be anything other. I didn't get a word in edgeways for two days.

Grandmère Mimi said...

Well, that answers my question.

Counterlight, I hope you're not feeling left out, or anything.