I gaze at you from the abyss. I'm watching you. I have come here from Galaxy Other to study you humans.
First things first... you bastards picked on a poor hapless soul in what was nothing but the latest in a series of goodbye diaries. All your "well, goodbye then!" energy was unleashed. That would make sense if this energy was pent up in the first place, but it -never- is!
Plus a series of copycats by smart asses that are not leaving at all. I had intended to write my own but fell asleep at my computer.
I have the distinct feeling I missed something. What was it?
WARNING: Everything Goes Here! Please do not enter unless you are ready for everything to GO (except more jeromymc bashing). Nothing Less Than Free Expression. You MAY get personal... you may get called on it. Within the borders of my open, but high walled and heavily fortified villa, you should take a breath and have your breath taken away.
Update [2005-4-1 22:8:3 by pyrrho]: My point was proven when even the open thread posted a GBCW diary.
That is the metatheme for metadkos this week: "goodbye, cruel world" self exposés. I saw three (well I would have had I had the time), one complained about the flashing adverts, the other one our cut and pasting and still another on our lack of humor and creativity. Maybe creativity went with the cut and paste one. It's hazy now.
My favorite format for a GBCW diary ends "...so I'm leaving! See you tomorrow."
My "Goodbye Duel World" diary also didn't get posted because it was a bit of a stretch, though the subject of dueling still deserves some treatment. My thesis was that the world is still run by male pattern dueling not unlike how mountain goats do it.
Maryscott just wrote a Meta Diary with this disclaimer:
Finally, as a brief apologia for this seemingly non-political diary:
Unless I am wrong -- and I am never wrong -- meta-diaries, as long as the site isn't pockmarked with too many of them, serve an important purpose. At least, I, think so. And, as we know, I am never wrong.
Naturally I take this as a personal dig at me since I agree with that and everything is about me. Yeah yeah, that doesn't make sense. So sue me.
Gossip? Well, I don't want to give away too much... cause that's not diplomatic. But that bastard Armando got on my nerves again but don't worry we made up. Luckily he's resigning. He's an IP fascist, I'm on the fuck up daily kos committee, that sums that up.
Going to boomantribune is surreal, because of all the cross posting. In fact, going anywhere in the dkos wing of the blogosphere has this quality. Not to complain but... no wait, I am complaining about that. what gives? I'm going to have to crosspost comments to keep up. (ding! software idea! I shall bring the net to it's knees).
I know there was other stuff but mostly all I can really remember is you cruel bastards picking on all the goodbye diaries.
Well, as always, this is a venting, meta, community, gossip-but-there-is-never-gossip-cause-yer-scurred diary and I really mean that. I didn't mind the margin race (ok I did but I still felt honored) and I didn't mind the left over pudding from last time (pudding wrestling rocks! or maybe that was a dream).
Oh, one more thing, I know that Maryscott thinks this is primarily a political site (no, it's about philosophy!) but would it be too much to ask for there to be a new tradition of pets posting... I really like hearing why your cat hates Bush and all the complaints your dog has about you.
That is (not quite) all.
WARNING: Everything Goes Here! Please do not enter unless you are ready for everything to GO. Nothing Less Than Free Expression. You MAY get personal...(for god's sake, please do!) and I will call you on it. Within the borders of my open, but high walled and heavily fortified villa, you may take a breath and have your breath taken away.
Update [2005-4-1 21:48:3 by pyrrho]: now with spelling.
Update [2005-4-1 22:3:40 by pyrrho]: now with prepositions
Update [2005-4-1 22:11:17 by pyrrho]: I know "proven" is not a word... isn't that weird though..? shouldn't it be? "proved" is the word. But I left it.