That entire Landru thing, and of course the Oracle posts were to me legendary stuff.
I am not sure about what has happened but I think of Bagster as regularly playing with fire, and that aspect of his nature simply endears me to him. So he likes to challenge the Gods and he offended them as did Prometheus when he brought power and knowledge to the World, greatly offending others while he laughed and mocked them with such comforting insolence.
So he is off running around beyond the trees antagonizing the Pretenders who simply do not believe. Those infidels. I laugh a lot myself, though I have experienced much cause to alter the aridness of my eyes.
My real secret concern though is just where does the Bag Man reside. I wonder if he shares a property line with the great JimRob himself. That could explain his frequent absences.
Oh well, just musing, but in three quarters of an hour from now, I hope to commence my 3rd decade of participation on the very cool site which we all love, even if we do not always agree.
I am toasting your third decade with overdue thanks for the medical perspective you bring to the discussions. And with bourbon.
Fret not about Bagster. Who would ever imagine that the mild-mannered editor of the Oracle would morph into Ragnar Danneskjold, the bane of dark forces across the world? OK, maybe Conan (to some), but Bags is more philosophical. His life prepared him for this mission he’s undertaken. And who is not pleased when he visits the Gulch?
MoD, you are singular.
And Bags, “What did you do in the Great War, Grandpa?”