Bakersfield loses a blogger: Heath Dobbler's Drunk Corner Passes Out - By N.L. Belardes

My first reaction? Was it something I said?

Did Heath Dobbler really pass out?

Now I know Jason Sperber is looking up Bakersfield blogs to write about. But now there's one less. Heath Dobbler of the band, The In-Denials has hung up his blogger belt.

Why? Is he dead? No, just his blog. Ahh farewell, farewell...

I have no idea why he truly ended Dobbler's Drunk Corner, and whatever he says he's full of shit. It was a great blog, one people loved to hate. We had great battles. I even had great battles with local punks on it...

Ahh farewell, farewell...

And then there was the political rants, the Steeler fan blogs, and all the punk talk.

And now it's gone.

OK, Heath did write:

Just wanted to let you know I pulled the plug on the O'l blog page today.
I'm trying to lighten some of this creative hobby load, so that I'm not so scatterbrained with countless projects all of the time. Not that I was ever truly guilty of spending too much time on the page, but my energy is better wasted on other things right now. Keep fighting the good fight with your own page, and I'm sorry for all of the unfair competition my page was causing yours (hahaha). Maybe I'll write some shit from time to time and use your portal as my bulletin board.

And just so you know. He's not dead. He wasn't even dying. Hell, we all spend too much time on the blogs...

Ah farewell, farewell...it's still a death of sorts. Although future historians won't be able to pull from his wittiness. Heath's reply?

...future historians can meet me at a bar somewhere.

My final eulogy? Ah farewell, farewell... I must ponder Heath's final words on his blog:

Aliens. If for one second any of us truly believe that were the only form of thinkable civilization in this universe, then we are pretty small minded as a whole. As fucked up as we are, there has to be an existence somewhere to compensate for balance... it's universal law.

I'm going to bed.

And Heath? I can hear him now. His words strong through his typing with those big stubby fingers of his:

I'm going out for ketchup, who's coming with me...