July 30, 2008

Whither Robbo?

Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe I am going to start a blog.

"But, Tom," you are no doubt saying to yourselves, "Um, don't you already have one?"

Well, I do and I don't. Let me explain.

You see, we Llamas started out this little venture five years ago come Thanksgiving. Although I had started reading a handful of sites at that point, I had never dreamed of actually contributing anything to the Blogsphere, and the idea came quite out of the Blue for me. One day Steve-O suddenly emailed "Hey, I've set up a blog. Let's do it." And the rest, as they say, is history.

But can I let you in on a secret? Even after all this time I have never really felt that this was my blog. Instead, I've always felt it was Steve-O's: He's the guy, after all, who set it up. He's the guy who gave it its unique character. He's the guy who has scooped all of our Insta-lanches (remember when those were a big deal?). And he's the guy who single-handedly propelled us for a brief time into the lower stratosphere of current events commentary. In short, he is The Llama.

Me? I've always felt like a bit of a hanger on, or - really - more like a house guest. And the truth is that I've had the growing conviction for some time that I have morphed into that very worst sort of house guest, the sort who blares his music all night with his obnoxious friends, cleans out the liquor cabinet without offering to pay or restock it, and then castigates you because you don't separate out your plastics from your paper or buy only organic milk. This isn't right.

And whether it's because of my behavior or not, I dunno (although I strongly suspect), but regular readers will know that Steve-O has pretty much vanished these past few months. As I say, Steve-O is the guiding force behind this place, the source of its character. As Mrs. Peperium observed earlier this summer after meeting me:

My first victim shall be Robbo. And he's the only one that is a bona fide victim. And like all victims, his victimhood stems all his from own doing, not mine. How did Robbo victimize himself? Easy. Last summer he wrote about meeting a fellow blogger for lunch during his summer holiday. And, much more importantly, Robbo wrote that he has learned that when you meet bloggers in real life they are always what they appear to be from their blogs. It was his understanding thatdue to the very nature of blogging and the need to write everyday, one could not hide one's true self for any sustained period.

Guess what? What a complete load of tosh that was. Robbo is not at all what he pretends to be on the blogosphere......I had concluded that he would fit right in the compound down in Hyannisport with the raping and pillaging of the liquor cabinet, women and the croquet lawn the Kennedys pretend is a football field whenever the besotted press shows up. Especially since Robbo had gone Catholic in recent days. But no, Robbo wouldn't. Which means his playing the baby grand is true. I had always thought his baby grand was just an expensive liquor cabinet that suited his medicinal needs and Mrs. Robbo's taste in interior design. I must now inform you that Robbo uses proper language. None of that Southern/English/drunk frat boy with glandular issues speak he often employs. Robbo is proper, most proper.

I've met probably a dozen or so fellow-bloggers out there and I'm sure that most of you would agree with Mrs. P's assessment.

When Steve-O is charging ahead on all eight cylinders, I can tag along and chip in. I feel that my more, ah, esoteric postings add value to the general feel of insanity around here when they intersperse with his patented brand of inspired self-expression. But on my own? I simply can't keep the shtick up.

Thus, my belief that it's time for me to start a new blog, something more in keeping with my own character where the kind of posting I really want to do is less clankingly discordant than it now seems to me in this half-empty Butcher's Shop. And indeed, to this end, I've already set up a Wordpress account and, in a fit of inspiration, picked out a name that I think will suit just fine. My plan is to turn Sadie and Phin loose on it - if they'll take the job - and not to start posting until I get back from vacation and can settle down to do the job properly.

As for the Llamas? Oh, I intend to stick around, to be sure. For one thing, I don't want to leave Steve-O, Gary and the LMC in the lurch. For another, I think this place will hot up once the fall campaigns get into full swing. My plan is to chip in, and perhaps to keep my more frivolous postings here as well. But as I say, I need a place where I have the elbow room to (I shudder even as I type this) be myself.

What do you think?

UPDATE: Oh, shoot - you know I can't wait until after the vac to unveil what I have in mind, so go on over and have a look at The Port Stands At Your Elbow. Let me just pat myself on the back a bit by noting that I figured out how to get the banner image up all by my Luddite lonesome. Still need help with blogrolling n' stuff, tho'.

Let me be clear again: This is not an either/or proposition. I'm not going anywhere. (Indeed, I'll probably wind up cross-posting a lot of stuff.) But as I say, this is Steve-O's place as much if not more than mine and I certainly have no right to tear it down or refashion it in order to suit my own whims.

Yip! Yip!

Posted by Robert at July 30, 2008 08:47 AM | TrackBack

Oh my.

Well it's always good to have you own little patch to call home. As for the pilgrimage up North, when is it? We're heading to VT fairly soon.

Posted by: Sarah G. at July 30, 2008 09:16 AM

"The end of the world as we know it."

Posted by: LMC at July 30, 2008 09:37 AM

I have to agree with Mrs. P. In a good way! All good!

Welcome to the world of solo blogging. Now you can spread out in your undies and burp and...wait, that's me!

Posted by: GroovyVic at July 30, 2008 10:09 AM

What do I think?

I think this doesn't sound very good... So, Steve doesn't post anymore. What does that have to do with your postings? You are restraining yourself? Well, let it all hang out Robbo, my dear man. You don't need another address to do that.
You can't keep the shtick up? What does that mean? So, put the shtick down and set Sadie and Phin loose right here at the Llamabutchers.
If you want to get out of the whole MuNu thing then move the entire shop. BTW, I wrote a completely brilliant reply to your tommaley post and was blocked by MuNu (yet again). Man I hate when that happens.
In short, I don't get it. What is it that you have to say that you don't think you can say here? More musical postings, more Catholicism, more Civil War geekery? Do it here.

Posted by: Babs at July 30, 2008 10:14 AM

"No, explaining will take too long. Let me sum up."

Posted by: mojo at July 30, 2008 10:53 AM

The blogroll isn't that hard to set up. Go into Manage and then Links and it's pretty self explanatory from then on.

Posted by: GroovyVic at July 30, 2008 12:08 PM

May you always have
Fair Winds and Following Seas

Posted by: Marvin at July 30, 2008 12:12 PM

Truth be told, the main reason I read the llamas is your stuff, so I will read and occasionally annoy at your new site. Best of luck getting it fully operational.

Posted by: ScurvyOaks at July 30, 2008 12:28 PM

What, another blog to keep up with!?

Posted by: rbj at July 30, 2008 02:08 PM

What, another blog to keep up with!?

Best of luck.

Posted by: rbj at July 30, 2008 02:14 PM

I just hope it doesn't turn out like other "solo efforts" gone bad:


I think that part of the charm of the Llama Butchers -- and I've been reading and annoying you guys since 2004 -- is the good cop, bad cop routine. Steve-O's Steve Dallas to Robbo's Opus, if you want a Bloom County analogy. I take my part of the blame for Steve-O's self-imposed exile; I think that while we Catholic bloggers greeted Robbo's conversion with joy, we may have caused, inadvertantly or occasionally "advertantly" Steve-O, who walked the other way on the Tiber bridge, an undue amount of pain. How much pain? I have yet to see an Obama photoshop courtesy of the Llamabutchers, and I know that Steve-O must be dying to do them. And if he isn't, then we've really done the country a disservice, by making blogging painful to him. I've gotten out of political blogging, and it's damned hard to resist going after Barry O with the irreverent glee needed.

Come on, Steve-O. Come back. All is forgiven. :-)

That being said, Robbo, naturally I'll read, enjoy, link, and support your solo effort, as well. But if you start doing covers of Mr. Tambourine Man, then all bets are off . . .

Posted by: The Abbot at July 30, 2008 06:14 PM

You got high on the new car smell over at Fiddle Dee Dee, didn't cha? MMmmmmmmm, new blog.....is there anything it can't do..................

Posted by: Monica at July 31, 2008 08:09 AM