Well, that's it kids. But before I go, I'd be remiss if I didn't at least mention the news in this announcement. You know, in my brief time as an employee of Television Without Pity, I've seen and done a lot of crazy things. I've shared a hotel room with Shack. I've shared a sofa with Hobey and Little Joe. I've partied with reality TV stars. I've gotten angry email from Mike Binder's little brother. I've at times seen various readers and recappers drunk, stoned, naked, and enraptured by an Elvis movie (though not, sadly, simultaneously). I've been kicked out of bars at 3:00 AM. I've been kicked out of Wing and Glark's house at 4:00 AM. I've signed autographs. I've gotten my picture in the paper. I've stayed up all night writing recaps. I've stayed up all night reading recaps. I've seen some of the greatest television ever produced. I've seen four episodes of The Mind of the Married Man. I once watched someone gleefully bid more than $100 on E-Bay for a single VHS tape containing a '70s era TV Movie of the Week starring -- I kid you not -- Donny Osmond. ["It was Shaun Cassidy, bitch. Also, you're fired." -- Sars] I've been stalked. I've been prank-called. I've been accused of racism, homophobia, extreme long-windedness, and insensitivity towards the morbidly obese. For some reason, a shockingly large number of people want to marry me anyway. I've made great friends, some of whom I've never even laid eyes on. And perhaps most important of all, I'm one of an extremely small group of people on this planet who can honestly say that writing detailed recaps of popular television shows has actually gotten them laid.

Personally, I hope this site lives forever.

B'Rosh Hashanah y'kateivun, u'v'Yom tzom Kippur y'chateimun. On Rosh Hashanah it is written, and on Yom Kippur it shall be sealed.