Last evening as I was minding my own business, my dear wife suddenly started yelling at me from her seat in front of the computer.
“What on EARTH are you doing?” she exclaimed.
“Are you completely insane?” she asked in quick follow-up. “What do you mean that you’re a mere ‘hanger-on’? Are you kidding?”
“Wait…is this all about that religion stuff again?” she accused.
“Um, I thought you never read the blog,” I replied weakly.
“I don’t,” she answered with perfect feminine logic, “but I’m reading this. Why are you leaving the Llamas?”
“This” of course being my post over at the Llamas about why I felt compelled to set up TPSAYE. I explained that I’m not leaving the Llamas…that I shall continue to jolly it up and snark away over there but that I wanted a platform for somewhat more serious thinking – yes, much of it about religion – away from the where my fellow camelids would have to put up with it.
(BTW, this morning, I found an email in my in-box from fellow-Llama Steve-O reading, simply, “dude??? dude!!! dude….
” I won’t go into the e-conversation that ensued. Suffice to say that everything is fine. After all, Steve-O and I have been friends for better than 20 years now. My constructing a separate sandbox basically for the entertainment of my mackerel-smacker friends is not going to interfere with that.)
As I was thinking about all this, I had a funny sense that I had been through it before. Then it suddenly hit me: I am, in effect, duplicating in the blogsphere my real-life churchgoing habits. You see, when I swam the Tiber, I made up my mind that I wasn’t going to disrupt my family by suddenly vanishing from my old Episcopal church, but would keep on attending services there with them as well (sans taking Communion, of course). This policy has worked out so well that I do believe that most of my old Palie circle don’t even realize that I’ve converted. (Indeed, I’m not even sure my old Rector is aware of it. Not that it would matter to him – a warm body in the pew is a warm body, period.) And in the meantime, I have been quietly deepening my Catholic faith off on my own.
So I hope to do the same sort of thing here. As I say, I shall continue to whoop it up with the boys over at Llama Central. In addition, I’ll probably wind up cross-posting a good many of my cultural entries both here and there. But in the meantime, I am attempting to carve out this little niche as a place where I can come and be more serious when I feel the urge.
Let us just hope that in doing this, I do not go the way of Leonard Nimoy!

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July 31, 2008 at 7:44 pm
Valley
I was checking out my brother’s blog, and saw the news (I usually hit the llamas after “shuffly”). Best of luck. I look forward to your thoughts on the faith and other things.
July 31, 2008 at 10:05 pm
The Maximum Leader
Dear God man! Is that a Cruikshank on your masthead?
Couldn’t find a decent Hogarth?
What is the blogosphere coming to.
July 31, 2008 at 10:18 pm
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August 1, 2008 at 1:55 am
lumps937
mackeral-slapper? Dude. I always heard it as “mackeral-snapper” so named for the eating of fish on Friday. “Mackeral-slapper” sounds, well, rather like something that would require confession.
BTW, for those those of us out here in blog land that are more than a little confused, what does the title of your blog mean?
August 1, 2008 at 2:16 am
Your Host
Valley – Thankee for your support. (I’ll be sure to wash it out before I return it.) Bu-DUMP-Bu!
Maxie – That’s Rowlandson, Sir, Rowlandson! Cruishank, forsooth!
Lumps – Thankee for the correction. Perhaps I got confused thinking of the Monty Python Fish-Slapping Dance. But remember, I’m still in my first year as an R.C. and am still wearing my pledge beanie. Mistakes are bound to be made.
As for the title of the blog, obviously you are not yet a Patrick O’Brian fan. Get thee to Master and Commander instanter. Once you are well into the series, you’ll twig the title.
August 3, 2008 at 12:42 am
phineas g.
Drop me a line when you get ready to discuss the decorations around here.
Oh and happy house warming, or something. I’ll try not to pee in the corner like I did at the LLama’s compound. Still don’t smell right………
August 5, 2008 at 12:10 am
Mr. Peperium
Prepare yourself, Robert…or is it still Robbo here?…our old Piskie church has retained us as members to this day–still hit us up for funds, still ask us to attend their gala antiques benefit in aide of left-handed Serbo-Croatian Lesbians–or was it the Unshorn Sisters of the Apocalypse?–anyhoo, in our neck of the woods they settle for a name on a list these days…a warm body is an unexpected perk. Reminds one of the quaint intricacies of the 1960 Presidential election, no?
As for mackerel-slapping, I’ve been one since I honeymooned on the hill overlooking Mackerel Cove. Came very naturally.