Mission Accepted/Mission Accomplished

It's hard to believe that a year ago this week I was worried about the things I was worried about. I had my file with me, my own notes, my own case I had been working meticulously. . it seemed fitting that when I arrived and stood at the table the Master asked where I was. In fact I was there, only even I didn't recognize myself anymore.

The former title here came from a phrase I'd heard once, likely from Hobbes (or rather, ultimately Hobbes'), and while it matched little regarding my views on government it seemed to match how I felt in my personal life. When I started here I was hoping to document in real time, the story of how my then wife and I met, some events leading up to it, the relationship, and ultimately it's demise. The Crackup was how I felt, in a state of emotional bankruptcy described here:

"Fitzgerald describes his own state of depletion: 'I began to realize that for two years my life had been a drawing on resources that I did not possess, that I had been mortgaging myself physically and spiritually up to the hilt' (The Crack-Up, p. 72)."

with a sort of humorous self-awareness that:

"The essays generated substantial attention, much of it negative. Fitzgerald’s contemporaries, including Scribners editor Maxwell Perkins, were dismayed by his confessions. Hemingway, in particular, was scornful of what he considered Fitzgerald’s public whining."

Last year's appointment at 9:00AM found me wondering just how long I had planned to continue attempting to dissect the facts from the lies, the imagined relationship from the real relationship, the woman from the ghost. "Eh, I got better things to do with my time," I thought, "it never existed". And then the process of erasing.

Lately I've been thinking even the title here needs to go. Before I knew it, Joe had enlisted his fans at the Pentagon, US Army, Loudoun County Government, unapologetic conservatives, and a few liberal freedom fighters to work on the project. We even got our own team members working on it (which lately has been the exception, not the rule). And as usual, it took me a long time of thinking to figure it out but it didn't occur to me until someone in London's government was found here looking for "tickle-toilets" last week. I couldn't for the life of me figure how they ended up here but when I found out it led me to a list of phrases turned out at random by a computer in Tom's college dorm 12 years ago (of which he's only posted a portion).

And after some serious thought and much thanks to the crack team of commenters, I think that we are now to be called. . .not "cubist sex acts" or "my spook is you", not even "Kevin's stained struggle" but Digital Camel. . .at least for now.

However, I would like to give a shout out to Tom at The New Children Laugh, Gel Paco at Santo's Karma, Greg L at Black Velvet Bruce Li, Robin at Greetings from down south, and of course Joe from NOVATownhall because seriously, I think you all had some really good ideas. Now, be a pal and update your links, if you'd please?