Based on recent events, I believe a formal response would be salutary. Helpful, even.
After the recent kerfuffle over an introductory Ombudsglooob post that was deemed non-ombudshelpfullike, the OARB came down on me like a ton of soggy chicken feathers. Also, the CCA sent several large stones hurtling through my front door. I believe I even pissed off the AFL-CIO and NAMBLA.
Item the First: I have discovered that I was in grievous error in describing Certain Various Citrus Monsters as Imaginary. Indeed, I was visited not only by the Grapefruit Chupacabra three nights ago, but the following night by Tucker the Orange and last night tag teamed by a Frankenlemon and what can only be described as a Key Lime Zombie. we had long discussions; while edifying, it must be said that Citrus Monsters are not sparkling conversationalists.
Seriously, it was like A Christmas Carol as written by Anita Bryant. A Citrus Carol. I fully expect to be visited tonight by an overgrown Mutant Kumquat to infect me with Citrus Canker, unless I bribe a street urchin to go buy me the biggest Pork Snorkel in the shop window.
So, in short, it must be conceded that Citrus Monsters do, in fact, exist, and are willing to disrupt your sleep patterns with long, Ben Stein like monologues if necessary.
Item the Second: The COBA has decried the lack of professionaism, helpfulness, and generally undignified state of 3Bulls. Now, in my defense, I must state that my OmbudsContract did not include the words “Dignity” “Professional” or “Helpful”; indeed, it only contained one “whereas” and three “ats”. However, there was mention of “shenanigans”, “cobagitation”, “half-assedness” and several times, “Zardoz”. Also, a whole section was entitled “When All Hell Breaks Loose”. And even though I felt there was not enough mention of “Salary”, “Vacation”, “Cuba Libre Lunches” or “Legal Defence”, the agreement was generally satisfactory on both sides.
It must needs be pointed out, however, that failure of execution is not only part of the day to day operation of this dark-blue bloggo, but that it is in fact, a time honored Tradition. I submit as evidence this Words of Wisdom, seen recently in the sidebar:
I maintain that as Ombudsglooob, I was merely conforming to the 3Bulls Mission Statement.
Item the Thrid: In the spirit of Ombuddsing, a visitor plaintively asked “Where’s My Pudding?”. The dessertly nature of this request makes our tempombudsheart fairly burst. Following on a clue left in a subsequent comment, we discovered that fish’s pudding, was, in fact, taken by Blue Girl. Furthermore, she ATE IT INCORRECTLY!! This is, of course, the prerogative of a Cookie Queen, if no less heinous for that. Without the support of my new Citrus Monster friends, though, I am not equipped to confront this person. Fortunately she spends all her time these days on Facebook and honking at old people. Maybe the CCA can send a Sternly Worded Letter. Maybe Minnesota Law Firm can send a Støørnly Worded Letter. I am going to stay the hell out of it from now on.
Item the Fourth: Phil Collins may be a talented drummer, but he is no longer Cute. Also, he has been married AS MANY TIMES AS NEWT GINGRICH!! Something Coming In The Air Tonight, Indeed. Think about it, won’t you?
Fear not, friendly 3Bulls visitor and/or Reader! An epochal Ombudspost is in the works! It will answer half your questions. Or maybe None. But full-assedness is RIGHT OUT!!
[EDIT] I believe I am offended at the Ombudsnick I was assigned. doesn’t matter which definition you go with.