Friday, August 3, 2012

Where, oh where has the little man gone?

In our own silly way, as we thought about this post, the nursery rhyme song about ‘my little dog’ came to mind.  A Side gold star to anyone who can recall the tune from their childhood, if not all the words.  Here’s a few of the words to get you in touch with your inner toddler:

Oh where, oh where
Has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his ears cut short
And his tail cut long
Oh where, oh where can he be?
I think he went down
To the building site
To see what he could see

We have reliable evidence that at least one Other Side reader has wondered about our whereabouts, and with that overwhelming public demand, it is clearly our duty to respond.  As it turns out, we haven’t posted an item since June 27th (of this year, in case you wondered.)

And here’s why.  It turns out that the Poppycocks traveled to another galaxy far far away where we searched for truth, ourselves, and perfect synchronism with the natural order of the cosmos.  While there, we looked for a breakthrough donut variety that would surpass Frosty’s maple-bacon creation for ability to give one the food-faints, but we found no such thing. 

We did, however, find some crumb-buns and similar old world bakery treats, the likes of which you can’t find anywhere in Maine to the best of our knowledge.  These are a different species of bakery, but are no less appealing and habit forming than Frosty’s finest.

We also put our ear to the grindstone and our nose to the ground to see if we could find ‘public servants’ in the original sense of that term, and government entities that had higher priorities than behaving as if they had all the money in the world.  While we were at it, we looked for public school systems that believed teaching kids to read, write, and do math were their number one priority.

We beamed back to Brunswick from our travels empty-handed; it appears ‘communities’ everywhere have allowed their imagination to get in the way of what really matters, all in the name of making them feel good about themselves, rather than doing what really needs to be done.

So there you have it!

What’s that you say – you’re not buying it?  Alright, you skeptics.

Try this.  We are nothing if not self aware, and mindful of our readers’ sensitivities.  We understand that our ramblings and observations can cause heartburn even in those with cast-iron intellects, and that sometimes, readers need to lay off those morsels of ours that trigger adverse reactions.

So, chomping at the bit as always to fire-hose you with stimulating commentary on a regular basis, we suppressed our own compulsions in the name of community service, in hopes you could enjoy your summer respite undisturbed and unperturbed by our caustic tidbits.  You have no idea how much self-control it took for us to do so, but we’re bigger than others when it comes to these things.  And to borrow a word in the news, we feel purposeful now that we’ve mastered our impulses.  Perhaps you can show how you’ve grown by showering us with accolades for leaving you to stew in your own juices.

How’s that for baring our soul?  Or is it bearing????  Hmmm…interesting question.  Very existential.

Excuuuuuse me?  No cigar, you say?

Alright then, let’s try this.  Our intense tracking of and commentary on the recent school budget process, and the folderol spewing forth from those associated with it’s passage, wearied us for our normal tasks.  And then life happened.  Summer has seen several family visits to our editorial offices, and we have traveled to visit others elsewhere.  Various chores and distractions have intervened in our ‘normal’ routine, and day by day, happening by happening, we fell out of our usual habits of staying tuned in and commenting as events moved us to do so.

And you know what?  We’re not really feeling all that guilty.  It remains to be seen whether this ‘departure’ from established patterns of blogitorializing will qualify as recharging the batteries, or simply getting lazy and disinterested in our old age.

The only way to know for sure will be to stay tuned and watch for what comes down the screed screen in the coming days, weeks, and months.  We invite you to do so, and to comment as you see fit.

In summary, three offerings to explain our absence.  That should provide something for everybody; let us know what your personal favorite is, should you stumble upon this little return to the saddle, as it were. 

And if you see us around, let us know what you think about the cut of our ears and tail.

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