Thank you!
Published June 28, 2004
I find that the time has come for me to depart Blogcritics.
To the few friends that I have made on here, I just want to give a hearty thanks. Some of you have provided some amazing content and have provided some really great discussion.
I wish you the best and don't forget:
HAVE FUN BLOGGING!
If it ceases to be fun, then don't do it!
Take care,
~Tek~
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I take a couple of weeks off from blogging, and I return to this bad news? Please don't feel that because you posted this farewell that you can't return. Return tomorrow if you feel so inspired. Michael Jordan reversed his retirement 50 times. George Foreman. . . Geraldo Rivera. . . Eric Estrada. . . I quote the Misfits:
- Come back little raven and bite my face
I've been waiting, endless waiting
Come back and bite my face
There were some un-fun interactions going on at Blogcritics recently? How dare people lose their senses of humor (sense of humors? Some English teacher)! CW is still here. He makes every post fun. Has Evil Ms. Tek taken over your mind? Did you stare too long into that abyss? Say it isn't so. Are other funny people still here? Shark? Carruthers? Eric?
Oh, I know. You need a visit from the ghosts of Christmas. See what Blogcritics would be like without you:
- It wouldn't be sexy. Neocons would impose their "morals" on us all. No one would speak up for the fringe--for the rebels--for the cynics. Rush Limbaugh would be guest blogger every day. All of the trees would be gone at Blogcritics. The water would be tainted. Fresh air would smell like Chemlawn. The women would be subservient to the men (read The Handmaid's Tale or maybe see the Stepford Wives). Big Brother would have total control of the internet. Poor kids would have their lunch cards taken away from them--they would starve to death. Armageddon would be realized:
- So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And music shall untune the sky. (A Song For Saint Cecilia's Day)
And, if you happen to see me undercover as I infiltrate the Church of Scientology, please, please, please don't give away my identity--too much is at stake. Peace out.
Take a break and come back Ms. Tek. You're a writer and you like writing. You will always have that gift.
I shall hope I have not read the last of your fine and always interesting posts.
Ms. Tek, I *so* understand. I won't miss you, though, because I will continue to read your site.
Hey, Ms. Tek, It's summertime, do the proper thing, and take a vacation, since it gets really tiring dealing with negative all the time, what with all the people who just seem hell-bent on making the world a worse place one piss puddle at a time.
I'll add your RSS feed to my newsreader to keep up with what you're doing.
And to borrow from Penelope Spheeris' movie, "The Boys Next Door":
"You can just eat my fuck"
"What does eat my fuck mean, anyways?"
ms. tek:
no, no, no. i was just developing a crush on you.
jack
That's too bad. I just discovered your Morrisey review and your site (I will drop by again).
Well Good Luck Tek.
Ms Tek, I appreciate the positive nature of this exit notice, starting with the title.
Godspeed.
Mr. Americans-Must-All-Die (otherwise known as Jim Carruthers): "[W]hat with all the people who just seem hell-bent on making the world a worse place one piss puddle at a time."
Hello, Jim? It's the kettle: you're black.
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Sweet Tek. I think you know how I feel. Been there and done that.
Take some time off to lick your wounds and be kind to yourself. Come back again all the more wiser and better than ever. Ok?
See you in cyberspace babe.


Aw, Tek...
I don't blame you. I'm so sorry. I read a bunch of that crap. It was like bad seafood. I'll miss you. Please don't make it permanent. Your site is always entertaining, as are you, and that is the best compliment I can give.
Curt