Amos, I was just directing you to our Castle. We're Dave Barry MOATies. We're not presently on any of the current threads, but MOAT around them. In the true fashion of a MOAT.

A little Dave Barry MOAT history:

"In the worlds before MOAT, Primal Chaos reigned.
Heaven sought order.
But the phoenix can fly only when its feathers are grown.
The four worlds formed again and yet again,
As endless eons wheeled and passed.
Time and the pure essences of heaven, the moisture
of the Earth, the powers of the Dave and the Stealth Blogette
all worked upon a certain blog, old as creation.
And it became magically fertile.
That first egg was named 'Booger'.
Then The Titans showed up and said,
"Feck this! You aint' seen nothin' yet!",
and loosened the boogers of life.
Tathagata Dave, the Father Dave, said,
'With our boogers, we make the world.'
Elemental forces caused the egg to hatch.
From it came a stone MOAT.

And the Father Dave smiled upon the MOAT and said, "Ah, this is Time, Centigrade!"
And the Stealth Blogette looked upon the MOAT and said, "Whaaaaat the F !?"
And The Titans looked upon the MOAT and said, "BOOGERS!"
And Primal Chaos looked upon the MOAT and said, "THIS is weird!"

In the MOAT all things flourished and became.
ALL Matter trivial was discussed, discected and disected.
Beer was iced and the MOATaritas reigned supreme.
The pri-moral ooze begot Pliskin and Fluffy.
Kinky Scores were tallied
and html became a Merit Badge.
MOAT begot the BLOAT, beboogered to The MOAT and begot DC Blunch.
Great ReJoycing and boogering was had by all, except Joyce.
Fertile was the Vegas Invasion, because of begetting and Slip & Slide.
Then The Titans showed up and said,
"BeGoing thus forth (and 5000th post)! Time to move! And bring that Anthem with us!"
Thus became the ReMOAT.

MOATies come and MOATies go.

And the Father Dave smiled upon the ReMOAT and said, "Ah, this is Centigrade, again!"
And the Stealth Blogette looked upon the ReMOAT and said, "Why? And Why me?"
And The Titans looked upon the ReMOAT and said, "PARTY BOOGERS!"
And Primal Chaos looked upon the ReMOAT and said, "You're NUTS! WE're outta here!"

With MOAT Mass comes compressed Time. Timed to that of a Pheonix's wing beat.
ReMOAT Time measured in hours Centigrade.
Blurkers came forth and were MOATized.
Haiku's and Limric's rejoiced with the Earth.
Highlighted Pubes, Nude Twister and Jello Slip & Slide reigned
as ReMOAT entered The Puberty of Life.
More beer and MOATaritas went around, in volume.
All Life celebrated the Remote ReMOAT. ROAD TRIP!
The ReMOAT is all things Penguin Thong, Coconut Bra and Yahoo.
Then The Titans showed up and said,
"BeGone Again! Check into the MOATelle! And bring your stuff!"

MOATies come and MOATies go.

And the Father Dave glanced at the MOATelle and said, "Ah, again!"
And the Stealth Blogette looked upon the MOATelle and said, "Why not?"
And The Titans looked upon the MOATelle and said, "COOL BOOGERS! NICE DIGS!"
And Primal Chaos could not be found for ALL was reorded in the Image of MOAT.

And Kaye looked upon the ReMOAT and said, "Why me?"

So The MOATies checked into MOATelle and rejoiced
at the swim-up pool bar (we have one? don't we?).
Slip & Slide went LN2 with Mad Monkeys and mixing Britney's DNA
A guy named Snake did the MOAT'ster Mash (in a flash)
Blog butter
Sang The Anthem and prayed Hail Barry
... until we passed out.

The nature of MOAT is .... irrepressible!"

We're now onto our 27th iteration of the MOAT. But foremost, we're Dave Barry fans!