there once was one named finnigan - mightier than many, although smaller than most. when faced with foes as ominous as the frigid cube or Krinkle (the once-used-now-empty, destined-for-the-recycle-bin plastic bottle), he was not one to shy away. no, no, no... with the ferocity of a lioness on the african plains that is desperate to provide a meal both for her and her young, the Mighty Finn would stare these opponents down for a brief moment before diving in for the kill - a kill that is not to be had without the fair amount of toying and teasing before the end has come.
then quickly to the couch to sleep off the excitement...
yes, 402ec was blessed and honored by the company of the Mighty Finn for the past few days, and our lives most definitely will not be the same.
for those lucky few that have had the opportunity to share his presence and provide for his care, mind you this, and mind it well: any lofty ideas of filling the void he leaves when he leaves with another should be followed up on with great caution, for there are not many that come with the ease and easy-going that he does.
that said, make sure to enjoy the snapshots of the visit - i'm thankful he saw my head as a popsicle and not a puppytreat (my guess is my shaving cream .. or just that he knows a good-looking bald head when he sees one..)
thanks for reading..
kevin
