You’ve got to love bloggers who purposely generate controversy only to complain that some of their readers, by taking the other viewpoint through comments, are totally misconstruing them and should refrain from even commenting.  Those are the kind of bloggers I don’t even bother anymore to read.  And I could name a whole handful of them that all of you would recognize, but then I would create controversy.  And I’d be damned if I would allow you to disagree with me.

You’ve got to love bloggers, too, who pledge to destroy themselves but never do.  The ones who can’t  take it any longer, but keep coming back for more and more.  The ones who lead you off the end of a cliff.  And then you realize that they have a parasail and you don’t. Don’t know the sort I’m talking about?  Stick with me, the end is near.

You’ve got to love bloggers, too, who’ve been regular readers for years.  Then one day, they never come back.  Oh, they’re still blogging, they’re not gone.  They’ve just decided to stop coming around to your blog—without warning or even a final goodbye.  And here you made them such a huge part of your life and they just take up, like it was a one-night stand, and stroll. And you haven’t a clue, except to conclude that blogging’s queer like that.

And it is.

Endism has endured because we live in a time when just about everybody thinks that just about everything is coming to an end. Amazon.com lists an astonishing 900 titles that begin with the phrase "The End of...," from The End of Advertising as We Know It to The End of Zionism. This endist mania began in 1989 when Francis Fukuyama published his famous essay, "The End of History?" (later published in book form as The End of History and the Last Man). Since then, authors have predicted the end of science, nature, marriage, God, and even the alphabet. And, yes, there is a book titled The End of Everything.

 —wordspy.com

Endism is an easy attitude to pick up on Xanga.  I’ve watched so many come and go, come and go.  If all the friends I’ve known through Xanga that have been since lost from Xanga were really mortally lost, I’d likely be a man in black for the rest of my life.  I think a lot of peeps who become enthralled with the thrill of blogging and having this amazing ‘virtual life’ discover that the correlate, a ‘virtual death’, is generally bloodless, painless, and oftentimes, even liberating.  Perhaps, having a virtual life followed up with a virtual death helps prepare these peeps for the real thing?   Allows them to see that other Death less nefariously and more as just another strange form of visiting fey hiding in the shadows down a forest path that will be strolled down someday?  

But personally, I’m not looking towards ends, but new beginnings, new adventure, and some cosmic release.  Oops!  I meant ‘comic relief’ …with no end in sight!

Meanwhile, here’s the APWA’s Uniform Color Code that will assist you in deciphering the autumn colors spray-painted by industrious urban troll-types upon your urban concretescape:

• Red: Electric power lines, cables, conduit and lighting cables


• Yellow: Gas, oil, steam, petroleum or gaseous material


• Orange: Communication, alarm or signal lines, cables or conduit


• Blue: Water, irrigation and slurry lines


• Green: Sewers and drain lines


• Pink: Temporary survey markings


• White: Proposed excavation


• Purple: Reclaimed water

Hey, Purple Rain !!