Brent A. DiggsWriter of books and other things that tend to contain words
A surprisingly long time ago I announced to the internet that I may (or may not) have returned to blogging.
And then silence descended upon this site.
Well I have been back….
Just not here.
Instead I have been laboring furiously at Mind Over Memphis, the new, new home of our own Doctor Harold Toboggans.
I’ve even started a podcast.
So while I still intend to write here occasionally, most of my output will most likely remain over there.
Be sure to stop by for a visit.
I won’t lie to you, most of my posting and publication needs are nicely handled by Facebook, without the worry of spam, upgrading plug-ins, and other blog related chores.
But it seems weird to me to leave this space blank.
Economists would call my years of writing here a sunk cost, time irreparably spend and gone. And if there is anything a sunk cost is good for, it is attracting more investment, whether it be money down the drain, or soldiers to a losing battle, or in my case – words into the void.
So anyway, I guess I’ll try to toss up here the things that don’t really fit in other channels, things maybe a bit more permanent.
Let’s go with that.
I interrupt my chronic abandonment of this blog to bring you the following announcement: After a long and comforting absence, Dr Harold Toboggans has been sighted again in Memphis.
Reliable sources confirm rumors that the infamous psychoanalyst is set to attend the Cooper Young Trunk or Treat celebration this Sunday, October 31st. The event is scheduled to run from 4pm to 6pm at 1015 Cooper Ave, so, in the interest of safety, I suggest you all head to Arkansas.
Amazingly, the Doctor is already blogging about this hideous new plan over at the Mind Over Memphis site.
The brave/foolhardy can find more details on the impending Trunk or Treat tragedy here.
Bloodcurdling footage now available….At the newly redecorated Doctor Toboggans website.
Go there now.
When some people tell the story, following Jesus marks the end of all problems.
Birds sing, the sun comes out from behind the clouds, and you never have to eat leftovers again.
This has not been my experience.
Like every other facet of the human experience, conflict is not eliminated by the life of faith, just changed.
Recently, I had an opportunity to talk a bit about this at Lifelink Memphis.
After the talk, my words were smuggled out, one syllable at a time, by audio ninjas and lovingly reassembled inside the button-thingy below.
You don’t have to click on it.
But the ninjas will be disappointed in you.
On May 28th at precisely 6:32 pm, the normally quiet streets of downtown Memphis erupted into the flagrant flurry of festering flesh that is the annual Memphis Zombie Massacre.
The roads ran red with corn syrup as the undead participants faced a horror worse than their own potent halitosis…the sickening specter of Doctor Harold Toboggans.
Ever conscientious to cash, the Doctor dedicated himself to separating the recently reanimated from their money.