You know, it's probably not nice to talk about people who can't respond back, but sometimes one is compelled to say something about someone.
The only joy I get out of talking about someone who can't reply back is in the case of Pedro "Beach Boy" Picasso, who has been angrily frustrated in the past, because my fellow alum Skins won't allow franksolich to be mentioned on Skins's island. (I have no idea why, but there it is.)
Anyway, this is about sonnabend.
Up until recently, I had nothing but the highest esteem and respect for sonnabend, a true and honest gentleman in every way, but damn, he has been perplexful the past three months.
When our old home started falling into ruin and disarray, everybody was faced with a choice; to stick around in hopes some repairs might be done, or to go find a new home. As one can see from the membership list in order of seniority, franksolich himself wavered and waffled greatly before coming over here.
Over here was new, with only a few familiar faces, and so one was taking a gamble coming here.
My predicament was the same as that faced by sonnabend.
I cannot figure sonnabend out.
Both of us had three choices: (a) stick with the old home; (b) abandon the old home and find a new home; or (c) find a new home, but go back to visit the old home once in a while.
Now, franksolich was predisposed towards (c), given that franksolich had never had a bad experience in the old home (but it alas was obvious a new home was needed).
Given the way the other gentleman was treated, with slurs against him, slurs against the Australian people, slurs against Australia in general, one would think the logical choice for sonnabend would have been (b).
Well, now we have the situation where franksolich, who never felt an iota of ill-will at the old home, is at (b), and sonnabend, who endured much ill-will at the old home, is at (a).
It just doesn't make sense.
Why put up with the company of ruffians who use, abuse, misuse, one, when one has a chance instead to hob-nob with high-class people?
Damn.
