I've never owned a ferret, but I've played with a few. They're funny and adorable.

Blogson GEBIV lost his ferret, Slinky.

I mourn with him.

I also noticed that he was feeling down in general, possibly for non-Slinky related reasons:

But sometimes it's hard to see where I've really done any good by being around.

I'm reminded of a quote, and I'm paraphrasing: "I'll make about as much of a hole in life as your finger does when you pull it out of a bucket of water."

I know what he's TRYING to get at with the quote - that when your finger leaves the water, the water closes up like your finger was never there. But the FIRST thing I thought of was that the quote was referring to taking your finger out of a hole in the BUCKET, and all the water would drain out.

I believe the second one is closer to the truth.

Truth is, I would be a very dry bucket without GEBIV. I owe him a LOT. Mostly in regards to the Alliance of Free Blogs.

Because he's one of the few people who actually GETS why I post assignments twice a week.

It's not because I think it's important, it's because there's satisfaction in meeting the challenge of trying to be silly on a specific topic twice a week. It helps you develop a little self-discipline as a writer, and it also gives you a chance to experiment with new styles & techniques of humor. Some work, some don't, but at least you TRY, and you broaden your horizons by doing so.

The fact that he's been one of the few people who consistently completed assignments with me is greatly appreciated. Sometimes that game got pretty darn lonely.

He's also one of the few people I'd trust to do justice to the round-ups, and I'm VERY grateful that he took those over for me. He gives me the chance to spend more time with my wife, friends, & blogkids. You ALL owe him one for that.

Whether that "one" is a debt of gratitude or a punch in the head, I leave to your discretion, but still...

Anyway, GEBIV, you're a good writer with a great sense of humor, and your absence would leave me with a broken bucket and a puddle on the floor, so leave your finger where it is.

...Which only SOUNDS dirty.

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