And so it ends. in The irresistible urge to rant, riff and ramble

Eleven years of Open Diary, gone down the drain.

I'm not as bothered as I might be, mostly because this place isn't so much a lifeboat as a cruise ship of its own.

So here I am. No doubt I'll end up filing this collection of books the same way I did the old diary. It'll be one hell of a ride.

All things end. All stories end. But for those of us whose lives go beyond the last page, we need to find new stories.

Let's go find one.