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And so, another era of the internet has come to a close, albeit with a whimper and nary a condolatory sniffle. King Koopa is hanging up his blogging shoes. That’s right world, you don’t have King Koopa to kick around the blogosphere anymore. From this point on, I will no longer be a “blogger”, except in the past tense. I never had any pride in being a blogger anyway; in fact, I was always somewhat ashamed to include myself among a group of people who feel compelled to share with the world any and all sorts of information that nobody else cares about but themselves. I tried to make my posts interesting, but I realize that Koopa’s Hideaway was always a pretty insular place that primarily served to keep my mind active during down times at my job. I’d be fooling myself if I thought Koopa’s Hideaway was anything more than a glorified diary with a soundtrack. The only Hideawayheads were friends of mine who were as bored as I was and felt obliged to click over to my blog from time to time. My Site Tracker told me I averaged about 20-30 visitors a day, but most of them were probably looking for transgender midget porn or something.
Unfortunately, the powers that be at my office have decided that I need to concern myself with only work matters during work hours. “They” don’t have any guidance for what I should do instead of using the internet (in fact, twiddling my thumbs was proposed by one of the higher-ups), but “they” told me that my use of the internet during work hours must come to a close. I’m a chronically under-stimulated person and I don’t look forward to what lies ahead during my time of boredom around here. The temptation to double click on my Internet Explorer icon and visit Koopa’s Hideaway again will be ever-present and excruciating, like a recovering crack addict living next to Bobby and Whitney.
My co-workers should expect to be interrupted much more frequently with conversations about off-season football moves, the weather, and other nonsense that people talk about when they don’t have anything to talk about. I’ll still be able to check my Yahoo email and surf around a little bit during lunch and after work, but the whole point of this blog was to kill time during work. I’m not going to blog from home, because I’ve got better things to do with my free time. I leave you with one of my favorite Bob Dylan songs, and one of the best “goodbye” songs ever written. Each party is sorta sad to see the other one leave, but both parties realize that things have come to an end. The only thing left is the inevitable journey to the next thing down the road. By saying goodbye, we’re already halfway there.
Bob Dylan – Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right (Demo) [from the soundtrack to “No Direction Home]
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right
It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right
I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right
Stay classy, planet earth. And, thanks for stopping by.
Encore: Kaada - Thank You For Giving Me Your Valuable Time. This track is my favorite way to end a mix cds. You'll enjoy it for that reason, as well. Kaada is a Scandinavian (Norwegian?) sample artist who sometimes sings over his songs, as he does on this one. This song sounds like a Motown song done by a benevolent alien who studied earth by listening to AM radio transmissions. The perfecto closer.
Koopa out.
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