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Goodbye, Farewell, So Long Forever*
Apr. 1st, 2004 03:51 amWell, gang, it's been grand. But now it ends.
I've been making music, puns, and a general nuisance of myself for darn near twenty years now. And I think that, not only have I done everything I wanted to do and said everything I wanted to say, I've gone on way too long. And I think we can all agree my guitaring sucks anyway.
So, I'm packing it in.
This is my last post or update of any kind. I've already sold the guitar; tomsmithonline.com is available on eBay for a starting bid of ninety-nine cents. The back stock of albums will be distributed on freebie tables throughout midwestern Fandom (and I apologize, for numerous reasons, to those of you who were silly enough to actually pay for the darn things. Not that you're getting your money back).
What has led me to this, see, is that I've found God. A real God, a real macho God. He has shown me that I've been wrong about everything in my life, and I have to start fresh. So, I broke up nastily with Anne, told Les she was insane for talking to a stuffed bear, and had Da Bear exorcised to rid him of his evil demonic possession. I also flipped off my Mom and Dad, told my sister no one was going to look at her scripts and basically broke her down crying, and spread lies and innuendo about my brother and his family that have him under various and sundry civil and criminal charges it'll take months to unravel. But all that's good; my new God is happy with me.
So, I'm outa here. I wish I could say I liked all of you, or even some of you. But dealing with you on the 'net has been a big freakin' waste of time I could've spent worshipping or profiteering. I see that now. Still, while the musical/social part of my life is over, I imagine you'll see or hear from me now and then. Next time you see any black-and-white security camera footage of a major robbery or terrorist action, just look for the big fat guy in the impeccably tailored suit.
Go Bush/Cheney '04!
I've been making music, puns, and a general nuisance of myself for darn near twenty years now. And I think that, not only have I done everything I wanted to do and said everything I wanted to say, I've gone on way too long. And I think we can all agree my guitaring sucks anyway.
So, I'm packing it in.
This is my last post or update of any kind. I've already sold the guitar; tomsmithonline.com is available on eBay for a starting bid of ninety-nine cents. The back stock of albums will be distributed on freebie tables throughout midwestern Fandom (and I apologize, for numerous reasons, to those of you who were silly enough to actually pay for the darn things. Not that you're getting your money back).
What has led me to this, see, is that I've found God. A real God, a real macho God. He has shown me that I've been wrong about everything in my life, and I have to start fresh. So, I broke up nastily with Anne, told Les she was insane for talking to a stuffed bear, and had Da Bear exorcised to rid him of his evil demonic possession. I also flipped off my Mom and Dad, told my sister no one was going to look at her scripts and basically broke her down crying, and spread lies and innuendo about my brother and his family that have him under various and sundry civil and criminal charges it'll take months to unravel. But all that's good; my new God is happy with me.
So, I'm outa here. I wish I could say I liked all of you, or even some of you. But dealing with you on the 'net has been a big freakin' waste of time I could've spent worshipping or profiteering. I see that now. Still, while the musical/social part of my life is over, I imagine you'll see or hear from me now and then. Next time you see any black-and-white security camera footage of a major robbery or terrorist action, just look for the big fat guy in the impeccably tailored suit.
Go Bush/Cheney '04!
