oh boy.

...oh come on. we knew this was coming.

everyone does it at least once, right? says they're giving it a rest?

people say all good things come to an end - and fortunately, since this was mostly a project in self indulgence and narcissism, it can't be considered a good thing anyway! there's always a bright side, chillenz.

the truth is i haven't ever exactly provided any sort of useful, original insight about current events, world politics, economic concerns or culture - mostly just anecdotes about my drinking skillz and semi-lucid observations about stuff everyone knows i don't really know that much about anyway.

but if i'da known that a dumb publishing website would have allowed me to meet what is safe to estimate as about 50% of people i consider my friends (if at the very least people who haven't been afraid to knock a few back with me), i would have tried to write things that were a little more substantial.

some more news is that along with blogging, i've actually decided to give denver a rest as well. come spring, you will find me transplanted many miles east of here, somewhere in between massachusettes and north carolina, falling all over myself in new bars trying to convince new friends that i know what i'm talking about - a challenge that will most certainly require i save up copius ohms of energy!

also, you know what's the funniest? since the day i decided to call this thing gideon's bible (because gideon really is my middle name, you naysayers), i always thought it would be cool to sign off with some kitchy quote from the book of revelations.

so here you go:

[rev 17:18] and the woman which thou sawest is that great city, which reigneth over the kings of the earth.

...i don't know what that means. maybe denver is a woman, and reigneth over the earth. or maybe the kings of the earth are hot chicks.

either way, i will miss this. not as much as i will miss denver. but know that you've left a mark on me, and i can only be so lucky to do the same. i'll be around.

luv,

anne

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[int] nbc executive offices, new york. a gathering of production higher-ups and peeons gather around an expensive general conference room. there is hub-bub outside of the office. a faded life-size cut out of jay mohr is shoved behind a closed door.

senior-level production director: okay, folks. we'll have four episodes left after this week. our ratings are getting where we need them to be, and if we go all the way, this means i get to take that weekend in santa monica with the hot new media relations chick. so let's step it up.

mid-level production manager: sir, how can we step it up anymore than we already have? we have a black guy, a lesbian, a quirky white dude, and a guy with cerebal palsy. we've spanned a healthy chunk of our demographic.

slpd: poppycosh! i want the impossible get!

intern: mel gibson's agent? hear that guy's a real comedian.

slpd: quiet, you. get to work on those signs for the audience to hold up so it looks like they really care. and don't make them all the same this time. your stupid bubble letters completely gave it away last week.

mlpm so who are we eliminating this round? it can't be the black guy or the cerebal palsy guy.

intern: wait - i thought the audience voted pepole off.

*crickets chirp*

slpd: ahem. right. so, i decided this week it's going to be the lesbian.

mlpm: i KNEW you were going to say that! i'm going to have to spend the rest of my week fending off glbt demonstrators and portia de rossi! i spent the better part of LAST week answering phone calls from activists after roz got voted off!

slpd: dude, you should see how hot the new media relations chick is. trust me. it's worth it.

intern: you people are unbelievable. not unlike the wad i'm going to blackmail you for to not go to the media about this. (pause) ...at least josh blue is really funny.

slpd: totally.

mlpm: totally.

fin