- The Great Experiment... Failed
- Good News
- Unsubscribing
- Fun While It Lasted
- Not That Fun While It Lasted
- Blog, Interrupted (I don't get this one)
- The Question Is Not "Where Have I Been?", but "Where Am I Going?"
- A Good Week For Leaving
- Thanks For All The Fish
- Fresno, How I Love You So
- Don't Let The Blog Hit You On The Way Out
- My Way Or The Information Superhighway
- See You In Hello, Goodbye
- I Can't Take it Anymore!
- I Can Still Take It, I Just Don't Want To
- If You Haven't Guessed By Now...
- I'm Leaving FMB
- The demands of Life, coupled with my aspirations for this blog
- have made it impossible for me to continue
- Because you, and Fresno, deserve better than a subpar Fresblog
- We had some good times, didn't we?
- For Now, just check the blogroll in the sidebar
- You know where to go for your Fresblogginess
- Anyway, Whatever
You should go check out the Open Mic tonight at Starline grill. The best mic is an open mic (this is not strictly true).
Oh, and also, this is my last post ever on FMB (barring any unforeseen circumstances). It was fun, but I wasn't able to commit the time to turn it into the magnificence I saw in my head. Rather than produce shoddy blogsmanship, I've elected to kill it. At least for me. What I mean is, it's dead to me.
It's possible it could be reborn without me, but—let's be honest—the best part about it was me (Conlan). I wouldn't want to be the act that has to follow me, would you? I digress. That issue will be taken up by more important people than I.
Fear not, FMBerinos. I'll still be around at my home, This is Conlan. If you're into it, Twitter me. And who knows where I'll turn up in the future?
I suppose that if you were here right now, I would probably tell you that it all worked out. And that, "I’ll be bringing you some salmon rolls right away!" In heaven.
In closing, if I may even flatter myself, I hope my work on this blog may be productive of some partial benefit, some occasional good; that it may now and then recur to moderate the fury of party spirit, to warn against the mischiefs of Portland intrigue, to guard against the impostures of pretended Fresnanism; this hope will be a full recompense for the solicitude for your welfare, by which it has been dictated.
Farewell. Continue Reading...




