Exit Curmudgeon.

Last week, I got to hang out live and in person with The Chronic Curmudgeon. He had something going on in the Times Square area, so we planned to meet at Haru, a "Modern Japanese Fusion Restaurant". Or, as I like to call it, "the sushi place across from the Yahoo sign". The food is fantastic, but the acoustics suck. One listen, and we high-tailed it to an Irish pub a few blocks east, where we drank and ate cheeseburgers. This was clearly a much better choice.

Until the woman who was pouring out of all available oddly-ruffled seams of her white blouse walked by. Then there was some indigestion.

So what's my point? Mudge has retired the Mudge Blog. He's making some career moves and sees the wisdom in not having his interior monologue fully accessible to anyone with a tin cup and a wire. Good move, dude.

I, on the other hand, am saddened that I will not have his completely random lists of musical opinions pre-written for me to argue each morning. "The Humpty Dance" on a list of top Hits of One Hit Wonders? Shaaaaaame, you.

Of course, this just means I will get to harass him more via email and other e-tools of musical ambush. And glorify opinions that I announce, at this point, purely to annoy the ever-living dissonance out of him. SURE, The Ataris had every right to cover "Boys of Summer". And "Breakfast at Tiffany's"--poetry. Absolute poetry, I tell you.

Heh. It was so easy to play devil's advocate on the Mudge blog.

Anyhoo, rumor has it, Mudge is still going to be frequenting the Jill Blog and contributing to the war of the sexes that my comments boxes normally evolve into. And I feel fortunate to have him around and call him a friend. So let's bid a fond farewell to his lil corner of cyberspace, and welcome the itinerant Curmudgeon whenever his busy-ness allows him to throw Y chromosome poo here in Jill-land.