Since I never did hit that leave button, this forum was still available to mourn a great literary loss. So no, this is not a return to posting about music but to announce the passing of Kurt Vonnegut. Never the one to fan the flames of funeral pyres, I thought I would start here.The best and quickest take on Vonnegut's passing I have found on the net:"He was sort of like nobody else," said fellow author Gore Vidal. "Kurt was never dull."And as for MOG, good thing Cobain and Vonnegut share the same spelling of their first name. I may yet snag a few Nirvana straglers into my little corner of sarrow with the blinds drawn shut, thinking the world is a little worse off now that a graying cynic with a pronounced love of science fiction is no longer with us.>>All of the true things that I am about to tell you are shameless lies. In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness. And God said, "Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done." And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close as mud as man sat up, looked around, and spoke. Man blinked. "What is the purpose of all this?" he asked politely. "Everything must have a purpose?" asked God. "Certainly," said man. "Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this," said God. And He went away. <<