If I failed to note that we just ripped past 100k visitors in a month for the first time. So, thanks for coming by and feel free to hang around as long as you like. As long as you don't piss off the blonde, bring up Round One or inadvertantly summon the Bane, you should be fine."
24 September 2008
Godspeed Bane - again
Bane was and is my friend.
A BaneBlast no more.
The Little Ship
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light, and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and, at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
Alaska Kim | 09.23.08 - 1:16 pm | #>
I liked him and he liked me.
I will speak of him as if he was still alive.
If you can't fathom that don't read further.
A Fine quote that Vox won't mind
Vox should be taught to count.
You have to scroll down to post no 3, sorry
A BaneBlast no more.I will miss you Bro, but I am glad that your pain is gone.
I have never met or spoken to him but we had a blog relationship that I will surely miss.
Alaka Kim left this at Bane's Blog.
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea. The setting sun tinted his white sails with a golden light, and as he disappeared from sight a voice at my side whispered, "He is gone".
But the sea was a narrow one. On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation. Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and, at the very moment when my companion had whispered, "He is gone" a glad shout went up in joyous welcome, "Here he comes!"
Alaska Kim | 09.23.08 - 1:16 pm | #>
He was my friend:
Still is, tho he is dead.
See:
One For The Roll
Bane is a deeply disturbed individual. And a frequent commenter. So that's like, a twofer. I'm just hoping there is a choke collar attached to his throat, should I ever piss him off...
BANE
"I'm afraid my parents won't die. And afraid they will." That pretty much sums it up, Hoss. Wish I could have said it with that much class.....
Bane
The singular Bane has passed away. He was probably the only blogger I was a little bit afraid to meet. Which made him a keeper. I always wanted to go meet him, and peel that onion back. Alas, 3,000 miles,..
and
Hi Elisson he was cute, I agree, OK.
Bane said...
Oh, Keesie, I couldn't, well I could, but I would not harm a hair on your nappy head.I have always sensed in you, a brother, though you have certainly lived larger than I.
Saturday, March 15, 2008 5:43:00 AM
Oh, Keesie, I couldn't, well I could, but I would not harm a hair on your nappy head.I have always sensed in you, a brother, though you have certainly lived larger than I.
Saturday, March 15, 2008 5:43:00 AM
I have now been as tough as BANE would want me to be.
Now I am crying.
But his lifelong friends are coming thru
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Instaundit was at my level before he announced Bane's death.
From VOX
For the friend I never met
Bane Walks On
The tall man stalked into the shadow
His six-gun at his side,
A twelve-gauge strapped across his back
And boots with knives inside.
He spared no glance for joys behind
Nor for the lurking dark
That shivered as he passed it by,
Eyes ever cold and stark.
A shrouded figure blocked his way,
Its bony hand did twitch
White-knuckled on its wicked scythe.
"Not you, son of a bitch!"
The tall man only grinned and told
His old foe to go to Hell.
The Reaper bowed and stepped aside,
A past lesson learned well.
Beyond the darkness, blinding light
Caused his hard eyes to narrow.
And still the man stood tall and proud
His back straight as an arrow.
Then roaring thunder boomed high o'erhead.
"My child, you're here at last!
Fear not, I have much work for you
A labor long and vast.
I am the God of grace and yet
There must be justice too.
I hear the cries of the despised
The wicked owe their due.
Some serve with harps and sing My glory,
Sweet praise with ev'ry breath.
But you shall sing a different song,
My new Angel of Death!"
The tall man kneeled and bowed his head.
"Lord, I shall do Your Will."
And then he smiled, baring his teeth,
"Just tell me who to kill."
I sincerely hope the devious old bastard is having us on again. But if he isn't, he will be sorely missed indeed.
The tall man stalked into the shadow
His six-gun at his side,
A twelve-gauge strapped across his back
And boots with knives inside.
He spared no glance for joys behind
Nor for the lurking dark
That shivered as he passed it by,
Eyes ever cold and stark.
A shrouded figure blocked his way,
Its bony hand did twitch
White-knuckled on its wicked scythe.
"Not you, son of a bitch!"
The tall man only grinned and told
His old foe to go to Hell.
The Reaper bowed and stepped aside,
A past lesson learned well.
Beyond the darkness, blinding light
Caused his hard eyes to narrow.
And still the man stood tall and proud
His back straight as an arrow.
Then roaring thunder boomed high o'erhead.
"My child, you're here at last!
Fear not, I have much work for you
A labor long and vast.
I am the God of grace and yet
There must be justice too.
I hear the cries of the despised
The wicked owe their due.
Some serve with harps and sing My glory,
Sweet praise with ev'ry breath.
But you shall sing a different song,
My new Angel of Death!"
The tall man kneeled and bowed his head.
"Lord, I shall do Your Will."
And then he smiled, baring his teeth,
"Just tell me who to kill."
I sincerely hope the devious old bastard is having us on again. But if he isn't, he will be sorely missed indeed.
Hey so do we all.
"Fox News is telling me that there's a new brand of man in town. Now leaving the effete metrosexual in the dust is the hunka-hunka burnin' UBERSEXUAL, positioned somewhere on the spectrum between METRO-MAN*^ and CAVEMAN. How to spot the ubersexual? A few telling signs: while the metrosexual might highlight his hair, indulge in chemical peels, and vie for mirror-time with his significant other, the ubersexual is, I am told, somewhat closer to the traditional "man's man" than previously labeled varieties. An ubersexual, while careful of his personal grooming, would never go so far as to, say, shave his chest."
I have, what about you?
vMan oWs mE an audition, OK as all his gravitas are belong to us.
Comments:
Keeskennis, I've read some of the tributes to Bane and some of them are bullshit cuz he could have given a rat's ass about the author and some are great cuz he really liked the blogger.....
I like what you wrote, sugar. I know he really enjoyed your writing and he really enjoyed your attitude.
Thanks for sharing. And you're right, he'd mock that huge readership AFTER he was dead. I'm sure he'd have a snarky word or two about ghouls hovering over the body.
I like what you wrote, sugar. I know he really enjoyed your writing and he really enjoyed your attitude.
Thanks for sharing. And you're right, he'd mock that huge readership AFTER he was dead. I'm sure he'd have a snarky word or two about ghouls hovering over the body.
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9/24/2008 09:27:00 PM
