When one says "good bye" it sometimes feels like a good time to do something mildly inadvisable that you've always wanted to do, but refrained from because it's the kind of thing you wouldn't be able to show your face after doing.
Hence, the rhyme in the title. Confession: I want to write rhyming titles every day, all the time. Don't know why, cannot explain this cheeseball implus, but there it is...I've said it and now it lives in the Internet forever.
OK, anyway, the other, more pertinant item is that as of today, I'll be leaving Scanner as a contributor for (sadly) much less sexually-themed pastures. Good news is that I'll be back sometimes as a guest blogger. Bad news: the rest of the time I'll miss the mess out of the talented, lovely, and overwhelmingly patient Emily Farris and Brian Fairbanks.
They are the shit. Let them be your light. Also, please give a warm, heartfelt welcome to my replacement. He may be young and a little green, but no amount of experience can compare to the Word of God.
I'll still be around the Interwebs, mainly here and here. Stop by, say "what's up?" anytime.