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Welcome, Hermit Scott!

This weekend, if you were watching the about page, or if you were attending to the archive (I know you weren’t), or even if you noticed the blue blob appear at the bottom of the front page, you would have known change was afoot: we’ve been preparing room for Hermit Scott!

There are several good things to say about Scott: he cut his blogging teeth as the gracious and patient Gay Restorationist; he’s a good writer, a thoughtful and funny commenter; a passionate thinker and Christian; inexplicably, a lover of PBR; and he looks like Rod Stewart. Moreover, because he’s the first Hermit personally unknown to all the rest of us Hermits (a wrong I hope to address next time I visit his town), he could be many things even better than these.

So everyone, please join me in the comments to welcome Scott to Hermits Rock!

 

Comments

I know I was supposed to hold off on the welcome, S, but I had everything all set up, and I figured why not? It’s something good thing with which to start the week!

i had been thinking you might place him next to me… but i guess below chris is where he shall be, for now, at least.

Well, J, I don’t think I should be placed on the same plane as the REAL hermits just yet. I have to prove myself worthy first.

And G, I’ll be stocking up on the PBR and jello shotes for your visit (as if I’m not fully stocked already).

Putting you under C, S, was more a matter of convenience and time—I would have liked to put you next to J, but coding a fourth column in the CSS would’ve been like wrestling bears. It was easier to make one of the columns longer. Hardly fair to you, I know; however, for now, until I have time to redesign, or some crack Web designer offers us pro bono work, or we adding two more Hermits in addition to you, you must dangle lonesomely to the left a while.

We’ll look to coming to town sooner than later—especially if you really might really be heading either to London or southward after December…. it’s been a while since we visited, anyway; I have an old friend and roommate who must be caught up with! We’ll let you know well beforehand, to be certain!

now, see, you slander the good name of PBR and I’ve got the last two cans of 12 pack sitting in my fridge!

PBR is the versatile of beers. It tastes fine enough and there’s no better beer for brats than the P. It did, after all, win the Blue Ribbon in 18 something or another.

No no no. No slander whatsoever. If there’s not a 12 pack of PBR in my fridge, it’s either because (1) I’ve opted for Goose Island that week, or (B) there are 12 empty bottles of PBR scattered about my floor.

Slander the good name of Pabst Blue Ribbon? I think not, good sir. (You should buy bottles and not cans, though. tsk, tsk.)

Oh, I was refering to G’s comment. I had just seen the “inexplicably, a lover of PBR.”

Obviously, G is not on par with the rest of us… but what can you do? There’s no accounting for taste: De Gustibus non disputatum est.

tru dat on the bottles

Full Sail Pale Ale.

Microbreweries forever!

Glad to see S back in the blogging saddle.

Look forward to your contributions to Hermits, S.

I was a little upset when you gave up the blogging business, and am thrilled you’re now a regular resident of the Hermitage. You write perceptively and well, and we’ll all be the richer for having you around.

The name, Scott, the name!

Blast! It won’t happen again. I swear on the dirty martini in my hand.

you didn’t realize that greg was such a mother hen, did you?

prepare to be hen-pecked is all i can say…

i would’ve totally left you the liberty to be scott l…. but, nooooo, you’ve gotta go with the brand. :)

The more I gaze at it, the more jealous I become of Scott’s blue.

i’m glad you and JRB are now both wearing suits and ties… i do hope it’s a bow-tie. you have that je ne sais quoi redenbacher aura about you

i’ll have to check it out mañana on foxfire at work… on explorer it’s still a little aubergine

Take it back! There’s nothing Orval about me, and you know it.

It’s not a pure blue—more a darker shade of teal.

what’s said is said…

but, i haven’t said how glad i am that scott is here and bringing his very well-wrought and thought prose to our little site of renegades.

I can’t do bow ties. I have to go with the skinny tie, which proves I’m hip, or something.

And Greg, there’s nothing wrong with Orval. He was a fine man, a snazzy dresser, and…and…

I’m sorry, I was distracted. I thought I smelled popcorn.

Oh, and: thanks again for the welcome. Now, it’s half-price martini night, so I must be off.

Probably too little too late, but I’ll slander PBR… you fine people have been living where you live for far too long. Not that brews are any better where I live.

Dirty martinis, on the other hand… can be good anywhere.

M, we’ve been running through the demerits of PBR quite a while, but for some reason, Scott’s still a fan. God bless him.

I should say now how glad I am to have another booze-hound around here.

Oh, thank God. Now my conscience can be at ease with the Pabst smear. Scott, I respect you anyway. Was a closet reader of GR for a while. Glad to see you over here at the hermitage.

Welcome, Hermit Scott!

If I could get PBR at the bar down the street, I’d be thrilled. If you’re lucky, you can get Corona or Fat Tire—and I bought a lovely bottle of vinegar there a few weeks ago. I’m sure that once upon a time it was a nice bottle of wine.

Alcohol aside, though, I’m glad to see you join the hermitage!