Oh Captain, My Captain …. Or: farewell Ashley and Colin, basement dwellers

My friend, colleague, and furry Maeva Considine posted this solely with the intention of breaking my heart. Maybe not. Maybe she was just feeling all the feelings and needed to express them. Either way, I felt compelled to share. I feel honored that my time in SLO meant something to someone else.

Not What It Sounds Like


“O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring …” -Walt Whitman

In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth, and rumor has it that he rested, after all of this construction, on a seventh day. Now, I’m no theologist, but I can tell you up front that this is actually bullshit. God did not rest on the seventh day, he actually hid Easter eggs.

Easter eggs, you read that right. Like the stuff you find on your favorite DVDs or video games, or the little plastic shells filled with half-melted chocolate in your front yard in spring.

But these eggs weren’t in DVDs or games, these were big Easter eggs. Like, the…

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