The Diggers were an important piece of Haight-Ashbury lore. When push comes to shovel, we'll dig our way out of this mess, as sure as Archimedes invented Archaeology. I suppose the worst of this episode have been the *in*dignities, but a little dirt on someone is good for the digestion, that's why so many kids do it. Of course Digblog will have to compete with Digby's, but nothing a backhoe won't fix - or tear apart, as New Order sang. But I digress. Yes, great for to make this your new digs, your new Digestan so to speak, but don't confuse a digathon with diction, meaning we may not talk or look or even smell real good, but we're people of the earth, willing to get a bit of dirt on us or even wallow in the mud if that's what it takes, and we know when to call a spade a spade. So dig in and start diggin' -it'll be a real hoot-and-hoe down. But remember the ground rules - you can't denigrate your fellow Digblogger, but you can dignegrate him or her. Or it. Yes, on the internet nobody knows whether you're a steam shovel or a plow or even a boring old posthole digger. Just make your dent in whatever form or fashion, but remember, you never get a second chance to leave a deep impression, so don't waste it - dig for gold. You might turn up a turnip.

PS - April Fuels