So, now that the esteemed DC, who I think we all agree is a hallmark of this illustrious website, is on vacation, it’s time for us to talk behind his back.

I heard he once wrestled an octopus to shore with his bare hands, and then sold the ink to Richard Dawkins to write his God-bashing books. A little bird also told me that he’s a massive fan of inflatable platform shoes, and bounces around the room to the hits of Ce Ce Peniston.

No, no… DC is a stalwart of Urbis. Let us praise him like we should, and watch the look of surprise on his face when he returns to the forums.

Much love for DC.

I don’t know about him. One time we were all drinking beer and he kept ordering those cocktails with half of the rainforest in them and enough sticks and umbrellas to equip the entire republic of China for the annual elderly rain march. And then explaining to us how a cocktail is an oxymoron, because a cock is antipodic to the formerly existing tail in humans. After we explained to him that he is missing an oxy- and therefore is a cock, he spilled his drink over my dress Armani suit and moved to Iceland. He now listens to Bjork. ‘Listening to Bjork’ is an old icelandic expression for someone completely ‘losing his marbles and taste in music’. On Iceland the cocktails are regarded as oxybjorks.

Much love for DC.

DC only one to ever say Hi to Derek in Forum. Derek have deep feelings for DC.

Really? Well, “Hi, Derek!”

DC…Isn’t it a strange cyber world without him? He’s out traveling the real world, like anyone can learn anything from that. ;P

I think we only have 5 weeks of DC detox left! Then we can fall off the wagon, gushing over him and bowing at his feet. I’m already stitching the red carpet; it will be ready upon his Royal Return!

Much love for DC!

Y’all are sweet. I feel loved and giddily tickled.

Claire, you are definitely invited to the castle.
Jeb, I do indeed like cock . . . tails very much.
Derek, your “deep feelings” make me uncomfortable but also very grateful :))
Karma, the Betty Ross of Urbis, I can’t wait for my return. I’ve never been on a red carpet.

I had to make a stop in Munich this week to let my parents rest. And you thought I was old. My parents are even older. Imagine that.

Anywho, we’re setting off again Saturday morning, at which point I shall disappear from the sonar properly for 22 days (unless I can’t resist popping into an internet café here and there). We’ll be on a cruise ship for 12 of those days where internet costs more than the cruise.

Just so no one out there thinks I am anything but the Freudian Nightmare the Dean of Rutgers Social Sciences labeled me as, I was going for a parody of the Mongo line concerning Sheriff Bart in Mel Brook’s Blazing Saddles. Now you can sleep easier! I know I’ll regret this when I run for President in 2012.