No One Gets My Organs
It is with a heavy heart that, I, good ole' MPH must announce that in the very near future the blog lovingly referred to as "Heightened Thoughts" will be ceasing operations.
This is not a joke.
I haven't really been digging much of what I have been writing lately and I feel that if the writer doesn't like the quality of his work then why keep doing it. So in the near future (probably the second week of Janaury) I will be closing up shop. Plus Jennifer Garner and Amy Acker shared screen time last week on "Alias" which is like the pinnacle of everything to me. You can only go down from there.
In the meantime I will be putting out Best of 2005 lists for the rest of this week and part of next week. I will probably do a year in review as well. Then some original content before I slit my own throat.
Btw, I can't think of a better Christmas present to you, my loyal fans, then to announce me "retirement" from the game. What an asshole.
- MPH
14 Comments:
Dude, come on, it's just one loss. And the Chargers are a good team, despite the five losses. Don't be such a baby.
BASTARD. That is all.
Yeah, I can see how this intense and sustained creative output would be a strain. Best take a long, long rest. Wus.
So, uh, I guess the balance in the blogosphere will tilt toward the right even more now, huh?
You're leaving, huh?
Bummer.
Don't be fooled, people. This is an obvious whoring for comments. Then at the end, the overwhelming public acclamation gets us an "Aw shucks folks, I guess I'll stay."
I for one am not falling for it. I refuse to participate in comment whoring. Even though I guess this is my second comment on this post.
Fuck.
I'm gonna miss ya! There just aren't enough tall men around.
DAMN YOU!
You suck.
I'll miss you.
Ding dong the MPH is dead... Just kidding--I think I'm gonna miss you if you really go. If you're not really going then I won't miss you, of course.
My people: I am serious as ass cancer. In about three weeks I will no longer be posting. I may still comment from time to time, but even that is not a certainty. But I got stuff planned that should make you continually shit yourselves for the next two weeks or so. Starting with the Best Books of 2005. Oh fucking yeah, starting with a bang.
I can't believe our little fraternity of friends is losing you. I mean, I wouldn't know you without Pops and then Steph came after that and how will we ignore HFB if you go?
Sure it's hard to come up with shit to write about but it's called 'discipline,' you seven feet tall fucker.
lazy, lazy man.
so...you have a few months of glory, then your reader-pool falls to nothing.
what do you do??
you run home to mama.
chicken
*sniff*
When you are older and sitting on your porchswing trying to coerce neighborhood kids over with the promise of Werther's Originals, just remember that you used to kick ass once, and you blew it.
it's 'cause I stopped leaving comments, isn't it?
it's ok, you can admit it. You won't look any softer than you do right now.
heh.
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