One of my very old favourites, Strip mining for whimsy, died an unheralded (in my mind, at least) death in March. How could I not have visited Joshua, Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico, for all that time?
Joshua once told the scariest goddamned ghost story I'd ever read or heard in my life. His archives are still up, so I think you might want to root around in, maybe, 2005 or maybe 2004, and you'll find it. SCARY, I tell you.
I can't believe he shut down his site in March and I missed it. He's just one of those things you almost take for granted, things that will always be there. Then they go away, and you wonder what happened.
Godspeed, Josh! I did love ya, in my own quiet and irregular way.