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AND SO MS. MON DIRECTED VIVIAN, "KEEP 'ER UP, GIRL," WE'RE BLOGGIN' LIKE IT'S 1999!

Yes, dedicated readers, fans and most-cherished stalkers, after much soul-searching, hand-wringing and undie-bunching, mixed together with just enough feigned exhibition of distress, we at Ms. Adventures on the Mon have decided that WE ARE GOING TO KEEP BLOGGING. FOREVER. Until every newspaper and other blog in this great world of ours folds, we are going to be here.

We are determined to be like cockroaches who will still be chiseling out unvetted, over-opinionated crap on the earth's ashen surface long after the nuclear holocaust and those creepy mutants who can't stand daylight in THE OMEGA MAN become extinct. In fact, until they do, we might even consider employing some of those post-apocalyptic night crawlers if they work for free ... which, as you know in the blogger business ... is pretty much a given. (Unless City Paper Editor Chris Potter comes out of the woodwork and offers them a nickle a post. Then we're screwed.)

Why? Because we aren't quitters. We're not like you guys. We don't want it to end, and we don't care if you know who we are. We are going to keep blogging into the next decade like a bunch of old-time truckers with chili from 1972 still stuck in their beards, with CB radios and handles like "Magic Bus" and "B.J."

We can't move on. We just can't. We are dwellers. We are going to penetrate your mind's landscape whether you care ... or do not. We've made up our minds ...

We are never going away. We love the attention. While grandstanding with a final farewell and an oval plate loaded with more sentimentality and bittersweet and "oh-the-drama-and-humanity-and-it's-been-a-great-ride" than someone can pile on during one trip to the Eat 'N Park salad bar makes great conversation for a week, CONTINUING TO BLOG will give us the daily -- or at least weekly -- self-gratification we need to stroke our egos and continue to bloviate on the news du jour.

For we are the attention seekers. The Hollow Men.

This is the way the blog doesn't end.

This is the way the blog doesn't end.

This is the way the blog doesn't end.

Not with a whimper, but a freakin BANG!