I was shocked when I checked my Facebook feed yesterday and saw a post announcing the passing of Pinky Poinker.
Pinky Poinker was the alias of one of my favourite bloggers.
Michelle (aka Pinky) announced:
Pinky is Dead! R.I.P.
Three years ago I brought that little minx, Pinky Poinker to life. Now I have killed her. I strangled her with a string of unnecessary adverbs until she drew her last pitiful breath. Her last gasping words were, “It’s too fudging hot here, you bastards!”
Thank you to all of you who have suffered through the pointless and inane drivel for so long. Three years actually.
I apologise to my kids and ‘friends’ whom I may have annoyed,
especially by writing words like ‘whom’.
All photos and derogatory words have been deleted. You can’t sue me now!
All the bad jokes and pathetic attempt at humour are floating around in the expanse of dark matter.
Pinky is dead, deceased, derailed and defunct. Byeeeee xxx
It was totally out of the blue and it was surprising how much it knocked me for a six.
I hoped there would be a farewell blog at pinkypoinker.com.au, but no, the whole site has shut down.
While Michelle hasn’t offered an explanation for why she’s pulled the plug, I suspect it’s all about a new start. She’s moving from northern to southern Queensland soon.
I wish her the very, very best. She’s a top chick and an awesome, hilarious write.
But her announcement has caused me to do a little navel gazing about my blog (sigh, again) and whether I’d ever be able to just STOP one day without fanfare.
Because geez the blog has been weighing me down this week.
I know it feels like I talk about absolutely EVERYTHING at HouseGoesHome, but I don’t. There’s stuff that plays out away from here.
Warning: I’m about to get all ooky kooky. Some will follow, most will not.
Talking about my lovely holiday has let Prisoner Zero escape through the crack in my wall and infiltrate my dreams.
Prisoner Zero has no place in my dreams.
But I have no control over who reads my blog.
I don’t want silence to fall.
I love writing my daily posts, but it taints the joy when they’re being read by someone who’d be prepared to let the whole world burn with them rather than surrender and save it.
Does that mean I have to be the one to surrender instead?
I don’t know. I really don’t.
But it’s not much fun when something with very sharp teeth is lurking in the corner of my eye.
Song of the day: The Fray “Where did I go wrong?”