fontanelle

I'm packing up my soft spot and hauling ass back to my original incarnation here on SU.  The 3 years I had as fontanelle were so much fun- from hosting StumbleCon to kicking cancer's ass, to meeting so many amazing people and actually convincing some of them to move here to Nashville...

I'm not sure how many of you will actually hang around here, after all the negative changes to our accounts, but if you're arouind, I'd love to stay in touch.  Drop me a line over at Boobs- that's where I hope I'll be for awhile.

Coolbus says it all... and it's enough to make a grown man cry.

"Your account has been restricted for violation of our Terms of Service or Community Rules."


Guess I am going out in style.  I used the SU-Goatse avatar- the same one that I see 4 of my friends right here still using------->


It appears that for whatever reason, SU has also turned off my mailbox.  If you want to get ahold of me, you can stumble me a page with a note, find me on Facebook as Kris Ten, or email me at kristencolby@gmail.com.


I wasn't planning on deleting my account or going anywhere, but it seems like the decision is being made for me. 

I'm leaving for Kona, Hawaii in 2 days to go swim with these manta rays on a night dive. I can't wait to see one of these gentle giants up close.

Amy and John threw an awesome birthday party for dethmonger this weekend... and the music was top notch. Watch my blond head bob to Chris Ross' version of Folsom Prison Blues while we hang out in their living room surrounded by magick and friends.

From the page (of a review of a trashy strip club):


"I thought I'd contracted chlamydia, that had a tiny vagina infected with syphilis."

Me in 1976, rockin' my accordion at the Pawtucket Public Library's Annual Talent show. I played "Vegetables on Parade" and finished in a respectable second place. In my back pocket- in case of encore and Standing O - was Weird Al's "Another One Rides The Bus" It turned out to be unnecessasy. What was I thinking? I would have totally blown the columns off the front of that fuckin' joint and my mad squeezbox skillz may have left the entire building with books ablaze and librarians dashing for cover.

And to think of all the different ways my life would have been today: better, more magical, infinitely more badass. It just breaks my heart. I could be opening up for Weird Al on his current worldwide tour RIGHT NOW.


*single tear rolling down face*