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Week of April 22, 2005
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The Return of SPONGE
Greetings and salutations, o' wondrous Historian Network! Like the mighty Phoenix, SPONGE is rebirthing itself from its own ashes. Unlike that mythical bird, we didn’t have to burst into flames first. We already had an abundance of ash on hand.
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First and foremost, we found Barney. Yes, Dr. Bustoffson was not, as we first suspected, actually missing. He was simply in another dimension. It was a trip of his own choosing, and it involves trying to communicate with his father. I won’t go into any Freudian implications at this time (that probably isn’t even the right sentiment, but I’m am pret-ty intoxicated as I write this, so it all makes sense to me). Suffice it to say, we’re glad to know where he is. Of course, he isn’t back yet. Nevertheless, SPONGE lives on. We’re going to be updating the site more often now (provided we get a new On Scene Historian… MG Miller graduated from Miskatonic last semester, and he’s finally getting out of Arkham for awhile).
I too have surfaced. Quite literally. I’ve been in my underground bunker for the better part of the last year. It’s dark down there, but it’s safe too. I have (had) room for 99 cases of beer (they weren’t on the wall… they were the wall). The backside of the bunker is an area I call the Clunker. You don’t want to know anything about it, trust me.
Down there I started a diary. My penlight’s batteries died within the first day, so I didn’t get very far into it:
May 13, 2004
I am now safely ensconced in my underground bunker. No one knows its location, not even me. I barricaded myself in, then punched myself stupid. Consequently I have no recollection where this bunker is located, and I don’t plan to leave until I have consumed every drop of Guinness I have stashed down here and/or the Clunker gets filled. My face really hurts.
That’s about it. I stopped to drink away the pain, and when I remembered the diary again, the lights were out for good.
In the darkness, I did a lot of soul-searching (and drinking, sure). What is my life without SPONGE? It’s a drunken stupor even drunker and more stuporer than usual. At least with SPONGE, I had a good reason to drink.
Therefore, it will no doubt come as quite a shocker to many you to hear that I am on the wagon. That’s right! No more Guinness for this bad boy of the Emerald Isle. It’s just domestic lite beers for now.
The first new thing that Farcus has been working out for us on the new, soon-to-be-improved SPONGE site is our forums. We finally joined the twenty-first century of Bulletin Boards, and we want to hear from you again. Let me know what your life has been life over the last year, and what you’d be willing to give up to give that life more meaning.
Comments?
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