...the day I dreaded would show up from the moment I put my John Hancock on the J-School intent-to-register form:

"Take your hands of me
I don't belong to you," you say
And take a look at my face
For the last time
I never knew you
You never knew me
Say hello-goodbye
Say hello, and wave goodbye"

--David Gray


Cronkette is now the Artist Formerly Known as Cronkette. She just officially gave me the ol' heave-ho.

And as much as it hurts and as much as I love her, I guess I can't blame her either.

"Irreconcilable differences."

Oh well. Life goes on, right?

Of course, the biggest dilemma this poses in blog-world is: What happens if one day in the distant future I ever were to fool some other special girl into becoming her replacement?

(As unlikely as that seems right now.)

"Cronkette II"? No, 'don't think so - I don't think she would appreciate that very much.

Does she just assume the "Cronkette" moniker and thus Cronkette becomes more of a formal title, like "President" - like the guy pitching privatized social security as I type this?

These were issues I honestly hoped I would never have to ponder.

Well, in any case, beyond those meaningless blogosphere complications the complications this turn of events presents in my life are immeasurably larger.

Now if you'll excuse me, there's a bottle of Jim Beam in the kitchen calling my name...


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Editor's note: Now that Dickie's weekend-after-next plans are irrevocably ruined, we have an update on last week's poll: Instead of five-out-of-five, we can officially say six-out-of-six Econ RPA'ers "fucking hate" Valentine's Day.