This is it.
I’m retiring.
Calling it quits.
Shuttering.
No more blogging or twitter or Facebook or anything textual for me anymore.
Follow me on Flickr, call my cell or stop by the house.
I’m officially done.
Enjoy yourselves or fuck off.
Bye.
UPDATE: As most of you know, I’m given to overreacting and melodrama, so I hope the post didn’t come as too much of a surprise. Suffice to say, reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated and I will be soldiering on, just not in the same way as before.
I don’t know how or what I’ll be doing, but it’ll be different for me, even if that’s not readily apparent to you.
I’m okay, I’m just not, OK?
Comments are open now.
Whoa.
Believe me, Seth, I understand the fuck-all-this-to-hell impulse. But to stop writing? Too far.
I don’t know where your pain is, or what’s causing it, but I believe you can soldier on. What’s more, I think you should. If it hurts, write about it.
Don’t give up.
Um…mommy? Why is Daddy all mad?
I just read that Lost has an official premiere date, and I come here to read your thoughts, only to find you all agro!
Hunter will NOT be pleased, nor am I, to know we can’t read your faboo reviews! 🙁
Mea Culpa…
When my folks moved to Georgia over the Christmas/New Year’s holidays of 1987 and 1988, we’d only been living in Chattanooga, Tennessee for the previous 9 months. I felt like a complete fish out of water for the first 6 to 8 weeks. It was …
I am just catching up on reading because I have been out of town, but Wow.
I am fairly new to your blog, Seth, so maybe this wouldn’t have been a surprise if I knew you better. However, despite the shock, I must say that I don’t read many blogs. And yours, Maigh’s, and CommuteByBike.com are the only non-technical blogs that I read at all.
Seth, I don’t know what ails you, but you are a brilliant writer. I enjoy your originality and your cynicism. I agree with Will, you should write about it.
I am waaay behind, so if this comment no longer makes sense because you have later posts add a new context, please be gentle.
– Joe