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September 22, 2008

I started blogging about three years ago. One of the first people I noticed as I perused Vox Day was the acid tongued Bane as he poked sharp sticks at everyone. Everyone.

Being the curious sort I ventured on over to his blog and was alternately amused, appalled and inevitably drawn in. Onions have layers but Bane had Layers! There were stories and Stories! Pictures (oh MY!) and woven throughout a man, with a Past, a family and an unwavering, if unconventional, Faith.

I hesitantly commented and the game was on. He wasn’t always nice to me. Sometimes he made me blush. But I couldn’t stay away.

I was never close in the sense of becoming familiar. Not by a long shot. But he would visit my little spot here at Pebblechaser occasionally and once even threatened to never come back when I mentioned I had Easily Offended Folks who visited and they might not enjoy his version of humor or commentage. But he did. And even commented a few times. Told me once I could write decent. That meant something then. And now. His last comment here was to tell me I was a wuss.

Bane Rants

There were plenty of blogs like it, but this one was his. Dammit!

I watched, voyeur-like, over the past year as his health declined and as he wrote bittersweet stories of birthdays and celebrations. A few weeks ago he mentioned the last date he took his beloved angel on. The commenters on Bane Rants have called her, the Saint. He mentioned that she drove.

I have no words. He was an extraordinary person full of depth, wisdom, humor and an appreciation of all things beautiful. And undead.

I don’t consider myself a fan in the sense of watching from a far. He was too real to be held at arms length. If you listened closely, past the rough edges and to the heart behind what he said there was no middle ground. What he wrote, who he was was all there in black and white. You either loved it or hated it. He really didn’t care. But I couldn’t help caring anyway.

He told me once that he considered me “inner circle” and I was conceited about it for 12 minutes. Until I realized that all women were part of his inner circle.

Rest in peace, Bane. Rest in peace. We’ll keep our prayers focused on your loved ones. Just like you kept your prayers focused on ours when we were in need.

You know,  since LL put up the news…  Almost 200 hits for the prayer request for my dad.  From Bane.

That’s his legacy.   A man without empathy (he said) who cared more than any of us imagined.

  • Morris

    I first heard of his passing here, Heidi. We knew it was coming so I was not surprised. What I *was* surprised by was the strength of feeling and yes, grief I felt at his passing. He definitely got under our skins eh?

    A truly unique individual. I can’t imagine how his family are feeling – I know bane and his lady loved each dearly. God speed Bane. I will keep his family in prayer.

  • Morris

    I first heard of his passing here, Heidi. We knew it was coming so I was not surprised. What I *was* surprised by was the strength of feeling and yes, grief I felt at his passing. He definitely got under our skins eh?

    A truly unique individual. I can’t imagine how his family are feeling – I know bane and his lady loved each dearly. God speed Bane. I will keep his family in prayer.

  • Wow, I had no idea as I stopped going by Bane’s Blog a while back.

    I, however, was touched when reading your post. And for whatever it’s worth, he’s not hurting anymore, God Bless.

    WW 🙂

  • Wow, I had no idea as I stopped going by Bane’s Blog a while back.

    I, however, was touched when reading your post. And for whatever it’s worth, he’s not hurting anymore, God Bless.

    WW 🙂

  • Joelle

    I must admit, I stopped going to his post a while back. He was definitely someone who what you saw was what you got, and like him or leave him, that is rare in this world.

    He’ll be missed.

  • Joelle

    I must admit, I stopped going to his post a while back. He was definitely someone who what you saw was what you got, and like him or leave him, that is rare in this world.

    He’ll be missed.

  • Pablo

    I’ll miss him. He was opinionated and honest, insightful and unsympathetic, funny and vulgar. He was cool, wasn’t he?
    The kind of guy you wanted in your corner.
    May God bless his family in this time.

  • Pablo

    I’ll miss him. He was opinionated and honest, insightful and unsympathetic, funny and vulgar. He was cool, wasn’t he?
    The kind of guy you wanted in your corner.
    May God bless his family in this time.

Uncategorized

If you don’t have something nice to say…

I started blogging about three years ago. One of the first people I noticed as I perused Vox Day was the acid tongued Bane as he poked sharp sticks at everyone. Everyone.

Being the curious sort I ventured on over to his blog and was alternately amused, appalled and inevitably drawn in. Onions have layers but Bane had Layers! There were stories and Stories! Pictures (oh MY!) and woven throughout a man, with a Past, a family and an unwavering, if unconventional, Faith.

I hesitantly commented and the game was on. He wasn’t always nice to me. Sometimes he made me blush. But I couldn’t stay away.

I was never close in the sense of becoming familiar. Not by a long shot. But he would visit my little spot here at Pebblechaser occasionally and once even threatened to never come back when I mentioned I had Easily Offended Folks who visited and they might not enjoy his version of humor or commentage. But he did. And even commented a few times. Told me once I could write decent. That meant something then. And now. His last comment here was to tell me I was a wuss.

Bane Rants

There were plenty of blogs like it, but this one was his. Dammit!

I watched, voyeur-like, over the past year as his health declined and as he wrote bittersweet stories of birthdays and celebrations. A few weeks ago he mentioned the last date he took his beloved angel on. The commenters on Bane Rants have called her, the Saint. He mentioned that she drove.

I have no words. He was an extraordinary person full of depth, wisdom, humor and an appreciation of all things beautiful. And undead.

I don’t consider myself a fan in the sense of watching from a far. He was too real to be held at arms length. If you listened closely, past the rough edges and to the heart behind what he said there was no middle ground. What he wrote, who he was was all there in black and white. You either loved it or hated it. He really didn’t care. But I couldn’t help caring anyway.

He told me once that he considered me “inner circle” and I was conceited about it for 12 minutes. Until I realized that all women were part of his inner circle.

Rest in peace, Bane. Rest in peace. We’ll keep our prayers focused on your loved ones. Just like you kept your prayers focused on ours when we were in need.

You know,  since LL put up the news…  Almost 200 hits for the prayer request for my dad.  From Bane.

That’s his legacy.   A man without empathy (he said) who cared more than any of us imagined.