Exit, Stage Left

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I’m afraid this is the very last post on this blog. It seems that I’ve taken it too far and it would be very unwise for me to continue blogging – at least in this shape and form. I also wish I could elaborate on my decison, but I can’t. It was fun while it lasted, though.

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Agent provocateur and an occasional scribe.

17 thoughts on “Exit, Stage Left”

  1. Damn, I’m wondering what in the world could be serious enough for you to stop blogging. πŸ™ Not because you’d love blogging so much (I have no ideas about that) but because you’re a fighter and definitely not a quitter. πŸ™

    Can we at least keep MM & FF? :mrgreen:

  2. I pity the fo… er… oh! I’m sorry the long arm of JJ got you and forced you to take this step, but this will surely teach you a lesson. Don’t mess with the 101% of population or you will suffer the consequences.

  3. hehe πŸ˜† Obviously this is an April 1st joke. And a bad one at that, as it didn’t last 20 minutes πŸ™‚ But hey – if I wrote that Dimitrij Rupel resigned, would you believe it? πŸ˜€

  4. Damn you! 😳 I totally believed it. 😳 And I should’ve known! My stepfather has a birthday today and I was wondering how should I fool him. Damn you again! I feel silly now. πŸ˜‰

  5. It would be a much better joke if you’d stick to it for the whole day.
    We could read tons of funny/silly/intelligent/totally stupid
    comments, some tears would be shed no doubt,
    but we’d have lots of fun
    And to think that only yesterday you were saying to me
    @Aja: Don’t give up! Argue your case
    Damn! such a lost opportunity

  6. Got me! Still invoruntarily nodding my head due to keyboard-banging inertia. Nice forehead pattern though.

  7. Sorry P, you didn’t fool me for a minute. At least not this time!

    Don’t worry there’ll be other opportunities.

  8. Shit! This means we have to put up with more crap from this blog? I mean, the occasional MM is a welcome distraction to the horrors of the average work-day-Monday, but the rest of the stuff is utterly unpalatable.

    And here I was, bringing out champagne to celebrate with Karlinas. πŸ™

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