That's a straight copy and paste so the eccentric spelling, typos and spelling mistakes are all Mooser's own.As anyone can plainly see, I am in the throes of another episode of scribenzi furiouso and have decided to re-open Moosehall.
It's probably the worst decision I have the capacity make at this time, which should be at least some reassurance to anybody who knows me.
Allow me to introduce myself (That voice! Where have I heard that voice?): I am Derbig Mooser. And I might, nay, I will, add: none bigger around here!
Now, let us review the story of the first reincarnation ("rein" is a light pink) of Moosehall, which took place as George Bush was about to invade Iraq: Moosehall was bravely opened, and flew its freak flag high. I said many profound, insightful, intelligent and humorous things. Than I lost the password, than Blogger became part of Google. So I did the only sensible thing, and forgot all about it. But that was 2003, and now it's 2013! What does that tell you? That a kiss, is still a kiss? A sigh, still a sigh? Well, podner, around here we think moonlight and love songs are never out of date!
And so Moosehall is officially open. Let's upload.
Oh, wait, it's a blog, there's comment, I need a comment policy. Ho-kay! I can't do any better than adopt the one which has served Mark Elf so well at his blog, the august and indispensable Jewes sans Frontieres at which I am a barely-tolerated commenter:
No liars, time-wasters, or bigots! Works for me. All right, start the presses!
Now, why did I say "He's too modest"? That first post of the second incarnation was back in April and he's only just got round to telling us here.
Well, a belated welcome back, Mooser, but the belatedness is all your fault.