Thursday, June 23, 2005

Terminal Whatsthepointitis?

Jim Treacher is not feelin' it these days. Watching him sporadically post about posting sporadically is getting to be pitiable. I hate to see someone who used to get regular Instalanches fizzle out like this; it's like watching The Dave Clark Five in 1968, years past their best-by date.

But, as the carcass of a mighty whale provides sustenance for tiny bottom-feeding ocean organisms, so the foundering of Treacher's once prominent blog gives me something to sink my chelicerae into.