Ah Neckbone, we hardly knew ye. Um, what? He’s not dead? He’s just resting? Whatever. Neckbone, yet another Baltimore blogger, quickly integrated himself into my daily reads, and then into my daily obsessive reads. Then I got an aggregator and I could just check everybody’s updates all at once, but that’s not the point. The point is, this guy went from 0 to 60 like a Shelby Cobra. But blogwise, not carwise. ‘Cause cars are cool, and blogs are dorky, so it’s a bad simile.
Anyway, I had been reading his site, and then he ventured out to Snay’s Star Wars meetup, and he laughed at all my jokes. I think he was just humoring me because I was drunk and I wouldn’t stop giggling into my Guinness.
This is that part where I say to myself, “Self, you goddamned twitterpated nincompoop! Stop talking about me and start talking about Neckbone. Idiot.”
So, Neckbone put up this awesome story about an old scooter he had in college and how he took it off some sweet jumps. Then he said he was giving it away. I thought, “Damn. I’d love to have that scooter.” So I emailed him and he was like, “Whatevs, yo. It’s yours.”
Then I thought about it for, like, 10 minutes and realized that I had a house to buy and a wedding to plan so I was all, like, “Sorry dude, I have a house to buy and a wedding to plan. I think the scooter might be too much.” And he was all, “Whatevs, yo. I’ll give it to someone else.” Or else, he would have said it like that if he didn’t have a completely different demeanor and rather articulate vocabulary. Instead he said, “Yeah, you’ve definitely got too much going on right now for this. Don’t worry, I’ll find someone who wants it.”
So, that’s my long rambling tribute to Neckbone.
