Blogosphere in Mourning

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“FOGGY SUNRISE” by blogger/photographer Daniel Antion (www.nofacilities.com)

Re-blogging Mark Bialczak’s post simply wasn’t enough.  I need to write out the pain.  Our good friend, Paul Curran, has passed away.

Our guest blogger, Paul Curran.

I “met” Paul Curran when I was a tiny blogger with less than 100 followers, and he began commenting on my posts.  His comments were always worth reading – often funny or witty, often sympathetic, and always long.  Lordy, Paul’s comments constituted posts all by themselves!

In preparation for writing today’s memorial, I pulled up all of Paul’s comments on my blog – there were 73 pages of comments!  I’m still crying.

His very first comment on my blog was on March 21, 2014, on my post about naming my new SPCA puppy.  Paul wrote:

Hi CM! First time here – I bopped over from OM’s site. Cody’s a great name for a dog. I’m 100% with you!

(In reviewing the comments on that post, I note several other names of bloggers who have since disappeared.  Now I’m crying harder.)

Paul became a frequent visitor to my obscure little blog, and I began to wonder just who was this Canadian gentleman?  His comments were appearing on other bloggers’ posts, too – to the point that it seemed like he was simply everywhere!  And everyone else seemed to already know him.

A number of bloggers were encouraging Paul to start his own blog, but he never seemed to want that.  He seemed content to comment on ours.  But the time came that even Paul began to seek the recognition that the rest of us bloggers want.  As I began to get award nominations, it became clear that certain writers were being neglected, so when I created my silly Cordelia’s Mom Enthusiasm Award, I made a point to recognize Paul:

[ADDENDUM: And a special thanks to Paul, who is one of my faithful readers and commenters, but who doe not have a blog of his own (yet).]

Paul’s response?  Well, here it is:

Umm, I don’t have a blog to post it to. How come nobody ever gives dedicated readers an award? That’s what I’d like to know. Huh? Huh? Sheeesh, I’m low maintenance (you don’t have to read my blog in return), I give thoughful commentary (sometimes) because I don’t have to run off and tend my own blog), If you don’t like my comments you can delete them (unlike other bloggers who can post what they want and you can’t do a thing), and you don’t have to give me any recognition or even awards. Sigh. Ours is the life of the unappreciated. **small sniffles** I’ll be OK. Really.

How can you not love someone like that?

Since Paul did not have a blog of his own, I asked him to please, please, please guest post for me – and he agreed!  It might take some time, however, between his health problems and his old computer, but he would send a draft to me.  I was beside myself to think that someone so talented would be willing to share his words on my site.

But there was Paul’s darn integrity.  At about that time, I thought it would be great fun to create an alter-ego who hated me, but told no one I was doing that.  I merely set up the Not CM site and let her rip.  Other bloggers, including Paul, came vehemently to my defense.  Because these particular bloggers had become on-line friends, I decided to email each of them and let them in on the little secret.  Paul was incensed and replied that he could not respect someone so devious as me and was withdrawing his agreement to guest post.

Say what?  Between Paul’s comment and that of a family member who also hadn’t realized Not CM was fake, I had to come clean.    I was too embarrassed to admit my deviousness on my own site, so I did so on another blogger’s site.  Unfortunately, that site has since closed and I can’t link to my earlier post.  Suffice it to say, the post was as guilt-ridden as they come.  In order to totally appease my upset readers, I even added a Disclaimer to the mirror blog.

Suddenly, Paul Curran was on board with the whole concept of the mirror blog – and he really got into it.  While Paul’s comments had always been noteworthy, his sparring with Not CM was epic:

You know NCM, you should have parked at the back of the lot away from all the Mommy-mobiles and parked at an angle so you took up two spaces. It would keep your pretty car scratch free.And it would telegraph clearly that you think you’re better than everyone else. Which is precisely why you are NOT CM. She is kind and caring and gracious.

Not CM hated Paul Curran.

Finally, Paul’s first guest post arrived – Blue Lightning.  From the moment that post published, every time I pass a semi on the road or read a story about truck-driving, I think of Paul Curran.

Your Barrista -- Paul CurranEvery single Paul Curran guest post garnered at least twice the views and comments of any of my own posts.  Everyone loved Paul.  I admit that at times I was a wee bit envious.  Even today, his guest posts often are viewed more than any of my posts.  Jealousy aside, I must admit that Paul Curran was one of the best story-tellers out there, and I’m humbled that I have so many of those stories on this site.

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PHOTO BY PAUL CURRAN

And let’s not forget Paul’s Peacekeeping Bears, who kept Mehitabel, Vlad, and Shadowpaws in line. I never expected Paul to agree to join the collaborated posts, and certainly never anticipated that he would come up with such awesome characters of his own.  I didn’t even know he had teddy bears!  Those posts brought so  much joy and fun into the lives of all of us who wrote them, as well as everyone who read them.

Now Your Barrista – Paul Curran

I could go on and on with tales of Paul’s contributions to our blogging world.

But it’s time to let the rest of you speak.

Please share (in the comments section, if you wish) your most treasured memory of Paul Curran.  May this post become the Bloggers’ Memorial to Paul Curran.

Go for it, my friends!

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We’ve lost Paul Curran, our master guest columnist and prolific comment-leaver

There is simply no way to express our sadness at the loss of such a great writer. Paul Curran was an online friend to many of us, bringing humor and support wherever it was needed. Rest in peace, my friend.

markbialczak's avatarMark Bialczak

Those of us who’ve grown to love the lively words that bounced from the head and fingers of Paul Curran will never be the same.

The writer from Canada has died, according to his neighbor Steve Watson.

I received this email on the contact tab from my blog:

With great sadness I have to tell you that Paul Curran has passed away. Paul passed last week.

Our guest blogger, Paul Curran. Our guest blogger, Paul Curran.

Your Barrista -- Paul Curran Your Barrista — Paul Curran

Now Your Barrista – Paul Curran Now Your Barrista – Paul
Curran

A series of the column head shots Paul sent me since 2013 to just a month ago.

I found the email this morning. I arrived yesterday. Steve Watson was listed as the photographer in the If We Were Having Coffee Sunday column Paul had me post here on Sept. 11 after his emergency operation.

I could not find an obituary through search engines.

Paul lived in Hamilton, Ontario…

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Get Out There and Vote! Me, Me, Me! (Again)

I tried running for office (sort of) back in 2014, but got absolutely nowhere.  Of course, back then, I had something like 2 followers, so that might have contributed to my political failure.  Now that I’ve become so popular all over the world [snicker], it’s time to give it another go.  

At this time, I’m throwing my [knitted beanie] hat into the ring and re-running my prior campaign post, with just a little tweaking (and different pictures, because at least one of the prior pictures developed a bad link, darn it). 

Don’t forget your sharpened pencil when you go to that voting booth! Considering the current choices, could you do any worse?

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Election Day here in the good old U.S.A. is on Tuesday, November 8.  Don’t forget that you are not bound to the candidates listed on the voting roster – there is such a thing as a “write-in” vote.

The “write-in” vote will come in handy this year, because I know y’all will want to cast your ballot for Cordelia’s Mom a/k/a CookieCakes for [pick an office, any office, even dog catcher would be fine – except that dog catcher would be my last choice because I wouldn’t want to give any of the dogs back after catching them].

Why should you vote for Cordelia’s Mom? So glad you asked.

I know nothing about any of the issues involved in any political race. Nor do I care about any of the issues.  Heck, I’m not even a registered voter.

Therefore, you can rest assured that I will view each issue from a fresh perspective and will not be influenced by any rules, laws, or customs surrounding those issues. Voting on issues will be strictly by dart-board or coin-toss.

I dislike everyone regardless of skin color, nationality, sexual orientation, religious affiliation, or economic status.

Therefore, you can be sure that I will not favor any one group over any other group. Everyone will be treated equally shabbily.

I do not have money and have never had money. 

cm-mugTherefore, your political contributions will be especially appreciated. You will be rewarded by seeing your name in print on my blog (woo-hoo!), unless, of course, you wish to remain anonymous.  You might even get a Cordelia’s Mom, Still coffee mug (or, you can just go buy one – see Café Press link on sidebar).

I’m not interested in obtaining a 300-lb girlfriend in jail.

Therefore, you can rest assured that the aforesaid political contributions will, in fact, be used for the last-minute race to the [pick an office, any office, even dog-catcher would be fine].  I haven’t quite figured out what to do with any left-over funds – I’d have to research how that is handled by other elected officials, and follow their lead.  After all, they aren’t going to jail, so they must be doing it right.

I’d be more than happy to “work from home.”

Therefore, I will save the taxpayers the expenses of a physical political headquarters. From what I’ve seen, not too many politicians actually work out of an office anyway.  (Although there might be some taxpayer expense to expand my home to accommodate all those dogs I will be catching.)

I have no platform.

Platform shoes went out of style awhile ago, and my aging feet couldn’t handle them anyway.

Oops, that would be “political platform” – duh. Ain’t got one of those, neither.  I just roll with the flow.

But I do have a slogan.

CookieCakes has what it takes.”

Means absolutely nothing, but sounds good, doesn’t it?

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Ballot

OK, people, go for it. Take those pencils to the voting booth, pick your favorite open political office, and write in your vote for “Cordelia’s Mom a/k/a CookieCakes.”

On Election Night, I’ll be waiting eagerly by my TV, glass of wine in hand, for the results to come in – and I know you won’t let me down! Whether my wine turns into a celebratory toast or a sorrow-drowner, know that I love each and every one of you regardless of skin color, nationality, sexual orientation, religious affiliation, economic status, or preference for toilet paper over or under the roll.

[I am Cordelia’s Mom a/k/a CookieCakes, and I approve of this post.]

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I love to hear from my readers. You may comment on this post, comment on my Facebook or Twitter pages, or email me at cordeliasmom2012@yahoo.com

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Images:  First image downloaded from Bing.com; final image by Jesse Palmer

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The Day That Wasn’t

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PUPPY CODY LOVES HER LTTLE BED NEXT TO THE BIG BED

I had great plans for my Saturday, after the usual hellish work week.

But I woke up sick.  Not sick as in having the flu.  Not sick as in, Now that’s a flare-up!  Just sick as in, Everything hurts and I can’t function!

Every joint in my body ached, my guts and back hurt, and I couldn’t keep my eyes open.  I had planned to do intensive cleaning, catch up on bills, and maybe write a post or two – none of that happened.

After sleeping in, I managed to drag my ass out of bed and have breakfast.  Then I took a nap on the couch.  Next, I fiddled on the computer a bit, but found I couldn’t focus on the screen – so I went upstairs, climbed into bed, and took a longer nap.

It was time for Puppy Cody’s walk.  Normally, we take her in the car over to the track at the school, and then we all get a good half-hour’s brisk walk around the track and around the school.  Saturday, I managed to get into the car, but that was it.  I napped in the back seat while Cody and Dad got their exercise.

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Now it was time for dinner.  Fortunately, hubby is perfectly capable of feeding himself, because all I could handle was a bowl of nuked soup and a croissant.  Then I took another  nap on the couch.

Another short stint on the computer, mainly catching up on other people’s blogs, and it was early bedtime – barely 9:00 pm!  While normally, I’m up several times during the night (thank you, colitis), today I slept like a dead person until 6:45 am, when Cody needed to go out for her morning business.  After that, it was back to bed until almost 10:00 am.

But I must say, I’m feeling much better (you’ll note I managed to stay awake to write this post – yay!).

Will I get that deep cleaning done today?  Probably not.  No need to push myself, right? And we have a date for dinner with my daughter and her boyfriend – this date was cancelled when said daughter had some medical issues a couple of weeks ago, and then cancelled again last week because she wasn’t feeling up to it.  It would be very inconsiderate of me to cancel today – so I’ll just take it a little easy until dinner time.  That’s not to say that I won’t at least dust and clean the bathroom – I’m not that much of a slob!

I guess my body was telling me that I’ve had enough stress for the time being and it was time to take an enforced break.  Sometimes it’s wise to listen to one’s body.

Tomorrow, I go back for another week from hell.  Only 558 days to Social Security!  Hubby and I are taking bets as to whether I’ll make it that long.

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