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Subdivided We Stand Meets Marathon Man has passed on! This blog is no more! It has ceased to be! It has expired and gone to meet its maker! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn't stumbled across it it'd be pushing up the daisies! Its metabolic processes are now 'istory! It's off the twig! It's kicked the bucket, shuffled off this mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-BLOG!!

Son of Subdivided We Stand Meets Marathon Man, aka Same Crap Different Wrapper, is available at Masters of Gilligan.

Parting Glance

I loved Bob's last post before we move on to Masters of Gilligan, and I wanted to say a goodbye, too, with a last word of my own.

Tom Shales reviewed CNN and Anderson Cooper's show Planet in Peril this week in the Washington Post and included this line:

"Looking for illegal exotic fare on the alternate secret menu of a restaurant in China, Cooper is informed that the bill of fare for special clients includes not only tiger paw but tiger penis."

When asked how he liked it, Anderson Cooper remarked:

"Tasted like penis."

Thank you everybody, you've been a great audience.  Good night!

Benediction

Ok, this is it -- my for-real final post on the Subdivided label.  From now on, all new entries will be available at Masters of Gilligan.

Well, we've had fun, haven't we?  What started as "Bob's Blog of Love" in July, 2002, full of bile and bitterness towards my employment situation at the time, eventually mellowed into Subdivided We Stand here on typepad. 

I'm still not sure where I came up with that name.  I was trying to come up with something that represented what I've morphed into -- the yard-mowing, backyard-grilling, Olive Garden patronizing, S.U.V-owning dad that I didn't ever imagine myself to be, and that I've come to enjoy being.  There was no "eureka" moment for the name "Subdivided We Stand" -- I think it may have come to me during a walk with the mutts, but I'm not even sure about that.

At the outset, our cast of characters included myself, Mrs. Subdivided, and our beyond-quirky basset hound, Smithers.  We then added mutt number 2, Kelsey.  After discovering that we could keep the dogs alive, we decided to try our hands with higher life-forms.  Adam came along in May of 2003, and then Kate in April of 2005.

Then, a heart attack for yours truly.  Then some more heartache with the discovery that Adam was allergic to dogs, which resulted in the pooches exiting, stage left.  (They're both doing fine, at last report -- thanks for asking.)

With two kids, it became a little tougher to maintain my standards of posting something nearly every day.  About this time, I threw out an idea to my blogging bud Joe Kelly, aka Marathon Man, who was also mired in something of a posting slump at the time.  An idea that he apparently had already had for a while, but had kept to himself -- specifically, a merger of our two blogs.

Joe was content to simply post here on Subdivided, but it just didn't seem right to me.  We needed a new home.  And a new name.  (Along the way, though, our conjoined efforts DID manage to snag us a coveted Bronstein award for excellence in blogging.  I'm still humbled at the awesomeness of that honor.)

So that's it.  Out with the old, in with the new.  Subdivided We Stand and Marathon Man are no more.  From now on, we are -- Masters of Gilligan.  Look for new content there starting Monday, October 29.

Not That There's Anything Wrong With That

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I have always insisted that no man would ever choose to have those little ruffly things around the sides of his bed.  I stand corrected.

Also -- who do you think that white dress shirt belongs to?

Also, also -- compare the marlin on today's shirt vs. the one we saw yesterday.  Anybody else think that he's a little more...erect today?

Does Not Compute

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Mauve curtains.  Puke-green walls and ceiling.  Vase full of freshly-cut roses.  Painting of a conestoga wagon.  Hideous red t-shirt with a marlin on it.  38-year-old single male doctor.

None of this makes sense to me.

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