An even newer doghouse

So here we are again. The Efx2 ship has either sunk or is stuck on the rocks of neglect. In any case, I climbed in the lifeboat and will not be coming back.

I plan to double-post over here and at Vox (http://drdog.vox.com) for now. One thing you may want to note is that here at Blogger I am "dr_dog" and not "drdog," as I prefer it. The reason being that someone claimed the "drdog" name in 2002, made one short post (all in capital letters!!!) and never came back. And that is a reason why I never really warmed up to Blogger.

But it's sure stable, so I'm starting over here again. I don't like the underline, but oh well.

Reposted from Vox on July 6:

Once I got home from my mini-vacation Sunday evening, I was all eager to (A) kiss my wife, (B) take a shower and (C) catch up on the posts/comments at Efx2.

But Efx2 has also gone on vacation, and only time will tell if this is its long-anticipated permanent vacation. Is Efx2 heading for the last roundup? Is it a ghost ship, sailing the seas of the internet without a captain ... and now, without a crew, either?

I feel bad, because a lot of people put mucho work and love into it. More so than the captain, who apparently has walked away. The signs of what was to come were obvious. I read a post (over here) from Libertine that notes (and I quote), "Really, one knows a blog hosting site is in trouble when you visit the blog administrator's site and the last post made more than a half a year ago is filled with spam comments." Amen.

In that case, you have to abandon ship, and I'm getting into the lifeboat, too. This is quite enough. If--and it seems a big if now--Efx2 gets its act together, I'll come back and read people's blogs. But I'm not going to post there any more--unless it's a teaser for a post I make here.

It's tough to cut ties ... but sometimes you have to reluctantly move on. I started this blog over here during a previous Efx2 outage and have posted the occasional piece over here. Now it's time to make this the primary blog.

Anyway ...

Reporting on my half week at the neopagan camp isn't going to be short, and I'm tired. Maybe, with a night's sleep, I can give it a good go tomorrow. I wrote S a long letter about it earlier tonight. So maybe I'll wind up copying long passages from that. It wouldn't be the first time I've done that.

Oh, hello, Charlie. My kitty came to visit. It's getting late, and she stopped by before going to bed. So I picked her up for a while and petted her and rubbed her head the way she likes. Now she's gone--probably towards the bedroom.

Yes, I think I'll cut this one short, but I'll be back tomorrow with my amazing adventures at the gathering, which is not your ordinary camp. Among the highlights ...

• Spending the night at S's house. (Yes, it's true.)
  
• Getting a tattoo.
• Wrestling with tents.
• Amazing people and observations on the fashion sense among this group.
• Going to look at the stars with a woman late at night. A wondrous night.
• Other amusing anecdotes.

By the way, you will not see a single picture in that post. I didn't take pictures there. Except for two. And that's a story, too.

I know it sounds like a storytelling mess that I'll never get straightened out. (Like Modblog ... er, Efx2.) But in the end, I'll explain everything with amazing clarity and wit.

I hope.

In fact, I wrote the first part of it last night, and posted it at Vox. I'll cross-post that here later today.