Jeezus, how can you say goodbye to someone you never met?
Those of you in the bloggerhood may remember Dusty, the Leftwing Nutjob and mouthy wench. I know at a minimum, AK asked after her on the Book of Face. Myself, I had wondered where she had gotten herself off to…
Well, it seems that the mystery has been cleared up, in the most horrifying and tragic way imaginable.
We argued much about politics, and I called into her podcast broadcasts occasionally. Many of the politically oriented of the bloggerhood showed up, and memorably both M Bouffant and I called in on the same day! mikey and Dusty got into some EPIC fights on my blog. Nick called her names…
I refer to all of you bunch as my “Imaginary Digital Friends” which kind of cracks up Wife Sublime especially when we meet one of you IRL. But this brings home, in the most gut-punchy kind of way, that none of you are actually imaginary but real physical beings with problems and loves and a life that maybe has difficulties and then ends in tears and tragedy.
I am very saddened by this; and the tears seem kind of weird, considering that I never even met her.
Rock on, Dusty. Say hi to Lemmy for me, as I am sure both of you are in the same place….
ETA I posted this on FaceHell, so visitors please feel welcome. I will have to approve your first comment, but I almost always do, so don’t worry. Also, in Dusty’s memory, please curse as much as you would like! We fully endorse the complete range of the English Language here at the Empire! And if you want to curse in another language, well, we all might learn some new words….