The Blogosphere cries

See, the thing about Mo' Complaints lunch is that everybody all throughout the Blogosphere wants in on it. Bohle only moved to greener pastures because he recognized that the longer he stayed with Mo' Complaints, the harder it would be to tear himself from the wonder, the glory, the sheer orgazmiration. So I extend my daily members only invitation to Brummski for a Noon meeting of the lunch at the exclusive EMRB Club. You down for that Michael?

That sweet sound...

I can type sort of like this... but only the spacebar.

By the way, I wasn't feeling well... but then I found the cure to the fever: An LL Cool J video that I hadn't seen yet.

But this is what that dude sounded like when he walked!

I can't quit you, Bohle

Not since Nov 2004 have I entered such a stupor. Then, faced with 4 more years with Mr Bush, I coped by not eating, drinking, or engaging in any semblance of political discussion or thought for a good 6 months. Now, faced with ?(!) years without Mr Bohle, I have once again struck the (emotional) fetal pose, only this time I’ve responded not with lack of appetite, nay, but by eating (bon bons) and drinking (gorilla farts) more than ever before in my life. Moreover, this time around, it is watching Twins, listening to my Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr. (i.e., Lil Wayne) records and, yes, blogging, that I’ve gone without, for I simply haven’t been able to confront the emotional luggage said activities pack into this already overstuffed suitcase I call my brain.

(Speaking of which, if Dr Andreasen is willing to shell out $200 to see the inside of Bohle’s head, what I wouldn’t pay for a mere glimpse of its outside: a.k.a. that lovable philthy phace.)

Now that I've finally begun to pick up the emotional pieces, and ponder recent events, I just can't get over how closely they parallel the 1980 death of Led Zeppelin drummer John "Bonzo" Bonham, which led soon after to the surviving members' decision to disband. Sure, our "Bohlzo" is alive and well (thank God) and, yes, he's more of a skin flautist than a drummer, but otherwise the analogy is quite seamless, and his departure's effect on our band is no less glaring.

The blogosphere has been abuzz, as of late, as to whether No Complaints (sans Bohlzo) should, like Led Zeppelin (sans Bonzo), call it quits. After much contemplation, the answer is a resounding no.

No, we shall press forward, but with one caveat. Following the precedent set by A Daily Show, we cannot in good conscience advertise what shall come under the banner of past greatness. As a lasting tribute to our own head writer, whose cohesive talent made us what we are, we shall henceforth adopt a new moniker: Mo' Complaints

For, until the day he returns, there will always be at least one thing to complain about.

Wow

I can't believe how long you guys have gone without eating food! Are you on diets? I get the ultimate lunch hour here in Des Moines. Myself and a coworker come to my place and watch tv! It's the shiznit. If you make a new dirty phrase sometime, such as the "Pool Cue," please keep me updated!