Boy who cried troll

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  • his name is Micah
  • he may or may not live on the second floor
  • if you're Australian, he may live upstairs from you
  • in any case you may think you've seen him before

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What to do if you hear something late at night

  • is it some kind of trouble or some kind of fight?
  • just don't ask him what it was
  • just don't ask him what it was
  • just don't ask him
  • what it was

(because there's a good chance he was drunk posting on TaBB at the time and doesn't know what you're on about)

(he's OK though)

GONE NOW, FROM OUR SHORES

In October 2009, Micah took his leave of us to, as he put it "do something about my fernweh". Ever the model of class and restraint, he managed to do this without using the words "forever" or "you bastards", and many people quite without goading took it upon themselves to wish him well, before I got back from a busy weekend and bunged the same, tired old jokes I've been doing for a while now on the end of the page, ruining it, as is my wont.

Micah has gone backpacking, or something, it's a young people thing I think. One time, no lie, I was in Walkabout in Portsmouth and this Australian guy with one of those dangling-cork hats and a huge backpack walked in, spoke to the barman for a couple of minutes, then put his backpack behind the bar and served me a drink. $$$. I don't think it was Micah because he would have been about fourteen at the time. Anyway, Micah is probably going to be pulling a few pints over the coming days, and he's even thinking about maybe some overseas travel why not, which is good if, as Thomas James insists, Australia is a cultural wasteland. Sure, they don't have Big Audio Dynamite or anything, but there's some good Australian stuff and that attitude isn't helpful. When I was 19, a guy I knew went to Israel to work on a Kibbutz, and that was the last time I saw him. I would imagine he either came back six months later as planned or went crackers and so on. Micah, please don't go crazy with the weight of history and the horror of modern living in any lands, Holy or otherwise. I mean it. I'm not just banging out a few hundred words for you because it's polite, you know. Also you brought this on yourself when you asked me to update this.

Where will he go, what will he do?

Well I don't know very much, but I do know this: [1], so there's that. Also I hereby and tofore encharge The TaBB League of the Overseas to assist, enable and inebriate him wheresoever and howwithall they may encounterize him, anyplace in this World or the Next. Oh and if he makes it to the States you guys be nice too.

In a way, it feels a little like I've been dumped

Not in a gay way, but you know.

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