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by mg at 01:11 PM on June 11, 2003

Hi, my name is MG, and you might remember me from such websites as, well, this one.

If you haven’t noticed, I haven’t been around much. In fact, to find the last post I’d written here you’d have to check back to shortly after the dim pre-historical period paleoanthropologists call Cinco de Mayo.

It’s not that I’ve necessarily been away, I just that I haven’t really had much to say. But, I got an email the other day that went a little something like this:

where are you? are you not going to post anymore? you are the only one i come here to read.

Actually, it went exactly like that.

I still don’t have anything to say, or any expectation that I’ll have anything to say in the near future, much less the mental capabilities to express that nothingness (or, in the case that I might have something interesting to say, “that somethingness”) in a creative and entertaining manner.

But, since it’s been requested I return (and this wasn’t the first time), I guess this is just to say that I’m back. I’ll be about as interesting Friday night TV, but at least I’ll try.

comments (14)

Man it's great to see your slightly menacing mug here. But I've got to say I'm not buying into this. You, the author of 500+ quality posts (including my fave about the man unloading strange meats from his trunk) at a loss for words. No it can't be. Now if Ezy would just resurface it would be like old times.

by anna at June 11, 2003 6:32 PM


No kidding. MG is depressed. DISILLUSIONED,MG? Romance problems? I hear you. Lockheed hears everything, that's why it's too much. Don't want to hear, see, or feel again, let alone smell. FUCKING OLD TIMES? YOu want FUCKING OLD TIMES? I tasted old times for a second at work today, had a nice profit of $10,000 by 10:30am. Took a long lunch break, came back for the 5yr auction, and in about 10 minutes, I ended up losing not only the $10,000, but oh, let's see, a total net loss of $-19,000. yeah, that's a negative. I think I'm going to run through a bunch of these posts amuck, just to create liquidity and volume. AND THEN, it's GOLDEN PALACE.COM, and a big fuck you to my ROTH IRA, gonna take out all my remaining savings, fuck the IRS the lousy cunts.

by LOCKHEED at June 11, 2003 8:13 PM


mg? who are you? would you please get off the anna & linz (& sometimes eff) website? just because anna & I are geniuses doesn't mean you can totally neglect your site.

okay, maybe I'm a little hurt by your absence (and did you change your phone number or is your voicemail programmed not to pick up when I call?)...

anna, I have solicited Ezy, who claims he will return someday.

by Linz at June 12, 2003 9:03 AM


A few hours pass...

I just realized that I am hurt that you had to quote that someone else doesn't find me a fascinating substitute for your sloppy ass.

(ew, I just made that up, it sounds a little icky...)

by Linz at June 12, 2003 10:47 AM


No, his phone just doesn't ring.
Nor has he given me his new number.
I considered breaking into his apartment one time when I thought he would be found on the bathroom floor with a needle stuck under his big toenail and a lighter and a spoon in his hand, but then I realized he just doesn't want to talk.

by quicksilver at June 12, 2003 11:18 AM


Good to see everyone. I feel ya MG. I've been on an extended depression myself. Things are looking up though. I can actually see some light at the end of the tunnel. After I get back from taking care of my Dad things should return to normal thank God. Are we still planning an August Bad Sam gathering? I need to plan if we are. Get to work MG!!

by Ezy at June 12, 2003 12:35 PM


what about the big BS party in NYC. Im ready to do some big pimpin and spend some cheese YALL! whatever it is MG, just remember, it won't rain all the time. The sky won't fall forever. And though the night seems long, your tears won't fall forever.

Jane Siberry
It Can't Rain All The Time

We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have faith
in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot,
when we cannot see.

I hear pounding feet in the,
in the streets below, and the,
and the women crying and the,
and the children know that there,
that there's something wrong,
and it's hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.

Oh, when I'm lonely,
I lie awake at night
and I wish you were here.
I miss you.
Can you tell me
is there something more to belive in?
Or is this all there is?

In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there's,
There's something wrong, it's,
It's so hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall forever.

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me,
and telling me to still belive.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we see our darkest of sadness.

Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall, your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall forever.

by eff at June 12, 2003 3:18 PM


MG is back. Lucy is happy.

by Lucy at June 12, 2003 6:13 PM


I mean, I try to call the man to ask about library science, and does he call me back? He does NOT! SHAME on you! A pox on both your houses!

by Adam at June 12, 2003 10:58 PM


For some reason I am reminded of one of MG's long ago posts in which he alluded to his "monk-like existence." It just has a certain ring to it I like. And Linz, who are you calling a genius?

by anna at June 13, 2003 7:49 AM


I don't know why everyone assumes mg is sad. He didn't say anything of the sort in his post. He just said he's got nothing to say. Maybe he is blissfully saying nothing.

by Linz at June 13, 2003 3:09 PM


OH, that would be my doing. I said he's depressed. Some kind of disillusionment via jobmarket sucks even though one has an M.A. in Journalism, ie, a fancy night out in town with your twin soul is eating a gourmet salad with a Mcflurry for dessert. Wow. Valet parking to Mcdonalds! I stole hostess cupcakes from the vending machine at my firm today. Yeah. That's right.

by LOCKHEED at June 13, 2003 4:12 PM


I don't know about the rest of you, but seeing MG's post gave me a happy erection. Long live the MG! I like the fact that in some circles MG stands for machine gun. MG, you make me want to buy a R/C airplane, a few gallons of fuel, and a couple rags.

by Maybe Joseph at June 13, 2003 4:18 PM


thanks

by the author at June 20, 2003 10:42 AM



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